246. The Bloody Mafia

Chapter Two Hundred And Forty six

Elijah, the young mafia boss, slumped into his high mahogany chair, a heavy cloud of sorrow enveloping him. The room, adorned with opulence, witnessed the weight of his dejection. His once vibrant eyes now reflected a profound sadness, mirroring the loss of an unborn child and the grim state of his failing business.

The dim light cast shadows on his features as he stared at the polished surface of his desk. Papers lay scattered, bearing witness to the disarray that mirrored his life. The air hung heavy with silence, broken only by the distant sounds of the city.

Selena, his wife, shared in his grief but kept a stoic distance. Their connection, once unbreakable, fractured by loss, left them in a strained silence. The unspoken pain echoed between them, a palpable barrier that neither could breach.

Elijah's attempts to reach out to Selena were met with a resounding silence. Her eyes, usually a reflection of warmth, were now distant and cold. The room,
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