Pride, Prejudice and The Brotherhood

She called him three hundred and nine times.
While men with guns kicked down the door.
While glass shattered.

While she locked their daughter in a closet and begged God he would answer.
He didn’t.

By the time the most feared mafia boss in the city came home, the silence was worse than gunfire.
The door was torn from its frame.
The walls were sprayed red.

Blood dragged across the floor like something had been pulled.
He found his daughter shaking in the dark.