Mafia’s 31 Seconds Regret

Enzo had severe OCD. He demanded that I return to the estate every night with no more than a thirty-second margin of error. "Anyone who can't be punctual doesn't deserve protection." Then one night, I was caught in a car crash. With broken ribs, I crawled five miles through the rain and begged for help through the security intercom. Enzo responded by coldly activating the high-voltage fence. I had missed curfew by exactly thirty-one seconds. The next moment, I saw a new post from his female secretary. ["Some big shot delayed his private jet for five whole hours just because I couldn't decide which dress to wear."] So that was how it was. When it came to her, Enzo's precious time could be wasted however she pleased. A moment later, I ripped the electrodes off my body and called his sworn enemy. He couldn't spare me thirty seconds of mercy. But apparently, every ounce of patience he had belonged to his secretary. This time, I was done following his goddamn rules.

Oleh Stormborne Princess