Cover story 54: A new kingpin
The mafia was a behind the scenes operation, they did swift work and were the top sellers of the drug trade as well as the weapon trade. Who would have thought a russian mafia was the one who became elected to stop the crime they were commiting, the new kingpin.
Was the world in collapse
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As the confused say they are right at all times, they are prone to not grow. Malfonz is such a soul. He sat there explaining, acting like more a fool than anytimes before, people were dying and yet he was one step away from fixing the issue but never chose too even after given a chance. His therapist was there, confused just like him, his reasonings and explanations painting a lie he couldn't connect the dots on to make a cohesive story. He hated this one man, and yet never learned to just ignore firing head first into the problem again. His made up lies tried painting him the victim, the hero, someone who is black and white but never gray. The more whiter his lies the more a villain he seemed, and as these truths and lies caught on a pattern of a shapes forming into a monstrosity was brueing. "Why did you keep people in your basement, in this game of tag you say", she asked, he responded because people who got caught had to be locked up before they could be saved. "It seems like you were a bully, but slowly you started to get used to this man by playing games against each other creating a fondness", she said, he responded with a glare at the wall and a whisper agreeing to her statement.
"You're lying", she said glaring at him trying to get answers.
"WHAAAT NOOOO, REALLY WHAT MAKES YOU SAY THAT", he said still unable to look at her.
"Why lie, what lies deep inside that you are scared to let out", she asked leaning back at her chair.
"I guess all this was, was an attempt at fixing any wrong doing but not all of them because my dream comes before my morals", he said looking at the ground like a boy who was waiting to get scolded.
"Any parental issues", she asked opening her notebook.
"No they left me in a young age", he stated looking out the single window to his left.
"So this loneliness is derived from the fact you are grasping what you never had as a kid, morality and quality of a human is judged via how they were raised, that is no excuse to use riches to enslave people", she stated looking a bit disgusted her face contorted into the faces he doesn't wanna see.
"The black market is easy to access, if nobody can love me why not buy it, but I never bought it only until I felt threatened", he said looking out the window.
"You distance yourself, but what do you hope of achieving out of such an outcome", she asked leaning a bit closer and crossing her legs, from faceless to having a face he was starting to notice someone from their kindness, her short hair and red shirt.
"I guess I never really tried, it sucks knowing I never did, but isn't the hero supposed to be saved, after a while I just saw myself being a villain, my pride and ego I can't leave it and I cower when I see I am in danger, I see a pathetic man when I look at the mirror you know, someone who decerved what he got, I am addicted to it", he said unable to look directly again and the eyes can't even connect.
"You have issues, I can help, keep coming in and we can decide the appropriate actions from here", she waved goodbye but it wasn't everlasting like it felt before, especially after he found his people, his calling and his one friend, but people still died and bodies were seen by the walking passerby, this didn't feel like change just a redirection. Fin.