The Mafia Wants My Heart

Please don\'t let it be a dream

Since when do you care about grieving families?

Im a human and I do have a heart you know.

Ah….I don know what to say. Also, I don think you remember anything.

I was irritated a bit now. Why do you always keep asking if I remember or not? Did I make a promise to you that now you think won be fulfilled because of my condition?

His face grew serious. Yes, you did.

What is it? I asked.

Forget it! If you don remember then I won force you to remember it. But stop lying to me.

Listen man I…

He didn me finish. I will tell you everything about your life from now on and you
e going to take notes because the more you take time to bring back those bloody memories of yours, the early Rifle would sit on the family throne.

Theres a throne in here? I asked and Jaden rolled his eyes.

I swear I can with this new version of yours. How dumb can you be? I was saying it like in a symbolic way. Hours and hours of study for years to become the professor that I was in that prestigious university only to be called dumb by this mafia side-kick who I was very sure hadn even seen the face of a school in his life.

Fine, I will rely on you for making me look the way I was before.

What was the plan you were talking about earlier? Do you even have one? He asked with a raised upper lip.

No, I don !

Such a waste of time. He said and left. So everyone treated Cicero as if he was nothing. What a poor soul. I bet he didn even want to do the bad deeds they required him to.

My mind shifted back to me being dead or my body I should say. But wait, does that mean, Cicero was gone too, that is if he was in my body? What if it was the truck driver? Argh! All of this was getting crazy with every minute that I was here. Will they ever let me go?

I looked out the window the security seemed to have been increased. With no hope left, I went to tuck myself in bed.

Damian. Someone took my name. Opening my eyes I saw the impossible. The stranger was in my room. Wait! I was in my room! There were no dark curtains like in Ciceros but bright yellow ones like I have in mine. The papers to be graded were on the table and no television that decorated one of the four blank walls of Ciceros room was here. The mattress was softer but what caught my attention the most was the man in front of me.


You know my name? He asked.

Now I do.

You have no idea how much I waited for you.

I laughed nervously. That shouldve been my line.

I made you wait for so long I don want to anymore. He said. Please don let this be a dream. I silently prayed.

What do you…. Before I could ask what he meant his lips were on mine. Hungry, as if not just me but he had waited for ten years too. It was as if he was breathing new hope into me that I embraced his affection and put my hands around his neck pulling him closer to me. His hands were supporting his body that was on top of me right now. I moaned when his tongue brushed my lower lip. He was asking for permission. I took the initiative and invaded his mouth first. Mint was all I could taste.

Suddenly there was nothing I could feel. Cicero was kissing me, his hands had me pinned to the bed but there was no sensation in my wrists. Mint was all I could breathe. It was as if someone had put the plants leaves in my nostrils.

Damian, are you alright? Cicero asked raising his face to see me.

Can breathe. I told him.

He smiled. I looked at him in confusion. He was just told I couldn breathe and he was…smiling. Leaning in a little closer to me he whispered in my ear, You deserve it.

Cicero…What are you…

I couldn feel my lips anymore. What was happening to me? Then came a loud noise and then another. Someone shouted, Rifle! What the hell are you doing?

Rifle? I thought and looked at the guy near me. There was no one. Cicero? Where did he go? I wanted to ask where he was but I couldn move the muscles in my neck. There was no voice in my throat.

Someone, probably someone with concern for me came and tried to get me to sit up but my body refused. Cicero, whats happening? Can you hear me? I wanted to tell them I could but then again the voice didn come out. Soon the eyes felt heavier than before and refused to open anymore. The only thing on my mind was, where was Cicero?

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