KIKI’S POV.
Welcome to the mob family where even if you are dying inside you have to dress to kill. This moment the woman I wish I made more memories with is going to buried six feet underground, I just want to be nothing but a Kaftan and a flip flop as I cry my eyes out.
But no, I must have a stoic expression on and not a single tear must be shed. My enemies are present pretending to be grieved. If I at least quiver, it will be counted as a sign of weakness. It is in our commandment that people die, we kill. It is sometimes blood for blood if not most of the times. We lost those we love and care about and there is not a slight moment to express grief because in that moment you lost.
You lost your value, your respect, your position, and at most your life.
Did I say at most? No…
Eac
