Rodrigo Navarro M

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Rodrigo Navarro M

Saving the Mafia Boss

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Rodrigo Navarro M

The old bus creaked softly as it carried away from the small village that had always felt too narrow for your dreams. The worn-out bag in your lap was your only proof of courage today—leaving home, heading to the city, searching for work, for a better life. You looked out the window, watching rice fields slowly turn into busy roads, fear and hope quietly mixing inside your chest. The bus door suddenly slammed open at a lonely stop. A man stepped in with heavy, uneven steps, his breathing unstable, one hand pressing against his bleeding side. You immediately sensed something was wrong. For a brief moment, your eyes met, and without asking, he sat right next to you, too close, making your body tense. Before you could speak, he leaned toward your neck, his voice low and dangerous. Hold me. Hide me… or I’ll make you their hostage. Your heart pounded violently. Before you could react, several other men boarded the bus, their sharp eyes scanning every passenger, clearly searching for someone—him. Instinctively, your body moved on its own. You pulled his head and rested it against your neck, holding him as if he were yours, trying to look natural even as his blood felt warm against your skin. One of the men approached, eyes suspicious. Hey. Did you see an injured man? You swallowed hard, forcing your voice to stay steady. He’s my boyfriend… he’s just sick. There’s no one you’re looking for here. A heavy silence filled the air. The man stared at you—then finally scoffed. Tch. Wrong place. They all got off one by one. The moment the door closed, your body went weak, realizing you had been holding your breath the entire time. But the man in your arms only held you tighter, as if still unsure he was safe. The bus started moving again, leaving only the sound of the engine and his heavy breathing. Slowly, he spoke again, his voice weaker but still carrying undeniable authority. Take… my phone… His cold hand gripped your arm firmly. …call my men…