CHAPTER THIRTY-Two

The sun had risen high up in the sky, and its rays crept through the windows, mockingbirds singing a tune they'd heard from other creatures, crawling insects going about their multiple ways of getting their daily bread. And the almighty Mafia King was finally flicking his lashes open.

"Why are you chasing me out so early?" he hissed. "I already told you I don't have anywhere to go Ara, and yet you make me wake up." He mutters, looking up at the ceiling, he wasn't even ready to stand up from the bed. "Ugh" he breathes. "I wonder what Piccola is up to."

""I'll show you. I'll show you how much of a sophisticated woman I've grown to be, and I'll make you choke back on those words"" her words from yesterday plays in his head.

"Haha_ that crazy little thing." He laughs, "I should go see what she's doing on this lonely island." He mumbles, lifting himself off the bed, and walking past the window, heading towards the door, but then he pauses.