Mafia And Cowardice

Renna could not comprehend that how did her brain click at the very thought, but it filled her heart with love.

A warmth of home crept into her as if she was back in the embrace of her home. But soon her illusion faded away when the old lady's shrill yet positively excited voice jerked Renna back into the present moment.

A long track to run in order to accomplish the tough mission.

Numerous hurdles and people to wipe off from the map of the mafia world!

"Yes aunt, whatever you want and what is currently available."

The witty lady composed herself and replied loudly.

Mr Morris had already walked towards the kitchen, his lousy posture indicated that Renna Amaryllis had been tough on the poor man earlier.

She could comprehend that the poor soul was still frightened, as Mr Morris took bigger steps away from the sofa on which she was seated. The man hurriedly dashed towards his wife with a lousy gait, resembling a terrified kid running for his life!

Renna Amaryllis turned her head around and analysed the house decoration and stuff placed on the shelves. Numerous pictures on the walls in small frames, Cara and her husband with a little kid, who was holding a bunch of different colors of balloons.

The lady felt as if the little child in the frame was imitating the wishful childhood of her own, remember Renna Amaryllis did not have the best childhood like every normal kid.

And do not forget to ponder upon the word 'wishful', a normal life and a happy childhood was what the lady had wished for. But everything got driven away from her in early age, and vanished like a faded memory.

When did Renna have a conversation with her father? Probably five years ago.

Only at the time when she blackmailed her own father to get her out of the USA and help her to recover her burnt face and half paralyzed body!

Was it that easy to reach up to her position?

Definitely not.

It was definitely impossible for every single person out there to boost him or her will power and to recover in just one fucking year.

But I must say, revenge and hatred are the fuel to push your soul and to ignite the body, while setting your heart on fire!

Renna sighed helplessly and stared at the frame blankly, she could not let her face show any mournful expressions.

Mournful?

How could she let her treacherous eyes swell up with warm tears, turning her into the melting phase while the lady had trained herself throughout the years with torturous exercises.

How could she left herself being drawn and attracted towards the term 'emotional'.

"What are you staring at, honey?"

Cara emerged from the kitchen while wiping her wet hands with a yellow towel, as she inquired Renna in a questioning yet polite tone.

"Umm...nothing much. The kid in the picture...who is he?"

Renna finally blurted out the cause of her inner pain and the battle between her past and present time.

Her eyes were still darted onto the frame, waiting for Cara to response. But the old woman seemed to be silent, the sudden serene atmosphere forced Renna to switch her eyes towards Cara.

The young lady felt as if she had just seen numerous colours approaching and vanishing from Cara's face.

Immense pain. Yes.

Cara strode towards the shelf and for a split moment the old woman could not bring herself to utter anything.

"Are you alright, aunt?"

Renna finally came up to her and inquired about Cara's condition, which she suspected that she might be crying.

"Yes, yes..."

Cara's feeble voice resonated in the lounge, Renna's hunch was correct the old woman was indeed sobbing.

"He is my nephew, his parents died in a car accident then Morris and I adopted him. But..."

Renna could see that Cara's eyes had already swelled up with tears again.

Maybe the memory was painful and heart wrenching that made such a calm and jovial woman sad instantly.

Renna found herself that it was better not to mutter anything about the kid or to jump to the conclusion that fast, without knowing the case from Cara.

"But soon he fell into bad works, he began smoking, coming home late while being drunk. He was just a teenage boy but the day he was killed, we find out that he was involved with mafia!"

Cara burst out in tears, hanging in Renna's arms. While Mr Morris was nearby standing at the doorstep of the kitchen, listening the ladies talking.

Renna glanced at him and saw the bulky old man shedding a few tears, the young lady could sense the reason that why Mr Morris was totally opposite to the macho theory of average American man.

It was the moment she felt the core cause behind Mr Morris' cowardice and horrified nature.