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The price of being a Mafia's wife
#WritcoStoryPrompt2
A wet leaf fell on her shoulder making her jump in fear. Startled she shifted from her hiding place behind the bush.
Ya Allah, protect me.
She could hear the heavy boots treading carefully on the damp earth. They weren’t speaking. Instead, their silence was more terrifying—their only focus was finding her.
Her heart pounded violently. Ya Allah, send help. Please…
She had witnessed them kill Mary right in front of her eyes.
"Run, Sahira. Run for your li—"
A gunshot had silenced Mary before she could even finish her sentence.
A strangled scream had escaped Sahira’s throat as she had fled, her mind barely registering the world around her. The horror of seeing Mary collapse lifelessly haunted her, but she had no time to mourn.
They were still looking for her.
She had slammed the door behind her, desperately trying to lock it, but one of them had wedged his foot in before she could succeed. Her fingers had closed around the knife on the side table—she hadn’t even thought before swinging it downward. A scream had followed. His fingers had hit the...
A wet leaf fell on her shoulder making her jump in fear. Startled she shifted from her hiding place behind the bush.
Ya Allah, protect me.
She could hear the heavy boots treading carefully on the damp earth. They weren’t speaking. Instead, their silence was more terrifying—their only focus was finding her.
Her heart pounded violently. Ya Allah, send help. Please…
She had witnessed them kill Mary right in front of her eyes.
"Run, Sahira. Run for your li—"
A gunshot had silenced Mary before she could even finish her sentence.
A strangled scream had escaped Sahira’s throat as she had fled, her mind barely registering the world around her. The horror of seeing Mary collapse lifelessly haunted her, but she had no time to mourn.
They were still looking for her.
She had slammed the door behind her, desperately trying to lock it, but one of them had wedged his foot in before she could succeed. Her fingers had closed around the knife on the side table—she hadn’t even thought before swinging it downward. A scream had followed. His fingers had hit the...
