m.g. marquez

I didn't know that Mafias do exist until I met one. They’re after Pres. Song Hyun and Guji. They’re after me. I met one of their apprentices on the street one gloomy day. He threw a dart past me and instead of running away, I walked closer. Closer until we’re a couple of feet apart.
I smell cigarettes and mint.
“Oh, what a brave girl.” He smiled, showing his full front teeth. “A life that was lost, a life will be taken in return. I’ll take yours,”
He put out a gun from his jacket and pressed it on my forehead. I watched his smile fall and counted the balls of sweat trickling down his cheeks.
“What are you waiting for? Shoot me.”
I saw his finger hover over the trigger.
Then I hear a click and a bang.