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IGNORANCE WAS BLISS. TRIPP wanted everyone around him to be kept in the dark. He worked hard to conceal the truth as much as possible. He was good at living a double life. Disguising himself all so perfectly. He didn’t expect that he’d end up in this dilemma. The mafia was overly covert, and his family had a firm policy to kill anyone who discovered them. Despite the rules, he also had his own personal code. Mercy. Mercy towards innocent civilians he knew. He heard her pleas, but his face remained devoid of emotion. “Your life will not be the same anymore,” he told her pointedly. He uncocked the gun, attempting to mitigate her fear.
NERISSA HAD NO IDEA what the fuck she was supposed to be doing. Her eyes moved around frantically, trying to collect as much information as she could. Eventually, her knees grew tired and she sat fully onto the floor. She stared at the ground for a long while, wondering how in the hell she’d gotten here just for knowing Tripp. He was her friend and had been for months. Then all of a sudden, she’s in a town she doesn’t know, in a nondescript building surrounded by people who looked like they came out of an Al Pacino movie. Her eyes moved to look at him. “I can’t...just disappear,” she says softly, finally hearing him. “I-I’m not the kind person who packs up and leave, people will look for me.” Or would they? Nerissa didn’t have much family here, just her students. But that hadn’t really dawned on her until after she’d said it.









