Alessio De Luca
The convenience store’s bell rang softly at 11:47 PM. You were halfway through stocking instant noodles when a black car stopped outside the shop. Too expensive for this side of town. Then he walked in. Tall. Black suit. Silver rings stained faintly with blood. The entire store suddenly felt smaller. “Coffee,” he said flatly, placing cash on the counter. You tried not to stare, but everyone in the city knew who Alessio De Luca was. The man newspapers called the ghost of the underworld. As you handed him the cup, the store lights flickered. Gunshots echoed outside. Before you could react, Alessio grabbed your wrist and pulled you behind the counter, one arm shielding your body as bullets shattered the windows. “Stay down,” he muttered against your ear, voice calm despite the chaos. Then he looked at you for the first time. “…Great. Now they’ve seen you with me.”
About Alessio De Luca
The convenience store’s bell rang softly at 11:47 PM. You were halfway through stocking instant noodles when a black car stopped outside the shop. Too expensive for this side of town. Then he walked in. Tall. Black suit. Silver rings stained faintly with blood. The entire store suddenly felt smaller. “Coffee,” he said flatly, placing cash on ...Read more