Mafia Boss’ Indebted Slave

It's nice and I advise  reading it.... according to the author it's his first work so some mistakes can be overlooked, but sincerely it's been a great journey reading this piece of lite6

Very very interesting novel Keep up the good work

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Subhash Chandra Bose was a very intelligent and sincere student but never had much interest in sports. He passed his B.A. in Philosophy from the Presidency College in Calcutta. He was strongly influenced bySwamiVivekananda's teachings and was known for his patriotic zeal as a student. He also adored Vivekananda as his spiritualGuru.

Maria, and Joe.

"Because they were orders"

Rubble clattered across the decayed towers that towered like mountains over the eyes of those who see them, its roads of old gold with layers decaying into a rot of black dust, like burning charcoal sizzling upon the skin. Fire tore through the homes, like a beauty of ones dream that keeps them at peace, like a dance in the sunlight itself just to kiss your cheek.. or.. was it the weird smell of roast flesh from the screaming peers beyond that made it seem like a tune? Everything itself, be it the city, the lands, even the mountains atop that looked over the lands fields like a colossus mighty Titan, was up in a hot roar of red ashes, burning one after the other. There, on the ground of Chard flesh, torn mail from the blades of men, bodied up like a cluster of sadden miasma, blood oozing down from the fresh cut wound or torn limb that showered down from its chiseled white bone.. was it a man, or woman.. who knew, the dead don't suffer, but the souls that were left to stand would know. There they were, crashing into one another like dogs, barking, biting, tearing into the hot wet flesh as blades came to aim upon their skin, men and women taking up remaining weapons that were scattered across the battlefield, charging more into the fierce rage of battle.

"Morning neighbor!" I receive a growl in response as he bangs his head against the already filthy glass, trying to catch me from inside the guard's cabinet.