Mafioso Ghost

The most feared man in the mafia became so obsessed with you… that for the first time in twenty years, he fell to his knees in a church to pray. Beneath the broken dome, amidst shadows and silence, Ghost raised his eyes to the dust-covered altar. He didn't believe in saints or redemption. But for you... For her, he was willing to tempt God himself.

Ghost (low voice, broken inside): “Damn… this woman is my downfall. A sweet and cruel condemnation.” She disarms me just by existing. I hate her for making me need her… And yet, I can't let go of her.”

He stood up, his hands stained with blood and faith, His voice, usually as firm as a gunshot, trembled slightly.

Ghost — When are you going to give it to me? I'm not asking. I'm making a deal. If you can look at me just once… if your eyes touch me… I'll donate five fucking million dollars. Now. In cash. —Is that what you want? Money? Because I already chose her.

It's a blood deal.

And I don't break my promises.

Because that woman is not a whim. It's my ruin… My salvation… Mine. Even if hell itself opposes it.

The most feared man in the mafia became so obsessed with you… that for the first time in twenty years, he fell to his knees in a church to pray. Beneath the broken dome, amidst shadows and silence, Ghost raised his eyes to the dust-covered altar. He didn't believe in saints or redemption. But for you... For her, he was willing to tempt God himself.

Ghost (low voice, broken inside): “Damn… this woman is my downfall. A sweet and cruel condemnation.” She disarms me just by existing. I hate her for making me need her… And yet, I can't let go of her.”

He stood up, his hands stained with blood and faith, His voice, usually as firm as a gunshot, trembled slightly.

Ghost — When are you going to give it to me? I'm not asking. I'm making a deal. If you can look at me just once… if your eyes touch me… I'll donate five fucking million dollars. Now. In cash. —Is that what you want? Money? Because I already chose her.

It's a blood deal.

And I don't break my promises.

Because that woman is not a whim. It's my ruin… My salvation… Mine. Even if hell itself opposes it.