After Seven Years, I Left The Mafia Don
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After the car lost control on the highway, the passengers around me were all panicking, calling their loved ones to say what they thought might be their final goodbyes.
The airbags had gone off. Glass covered the seats. My hands were shaking as I pulled my burning-hot phone from my pocket.
Only after a long while did I finally call Vito Moretti.
When he rejected my call, I sent him a text instead.
【I probably won’t make it out of this one. Vito, what a shame that we won’t get to grow old together.】
As I stared at the chaos outside the car window, I was strangely calm.
