Mafia #13 Mafia Wins.

It started as a faint murmur and slowly built in sound until it was a cacophany of noise. A chant of guilt. They surrounded him, grouping together to rid their town of the scum he was affiliated with.

"Don't! He's innocent! I swear!" Another man yelled, but nobody would listen.

They surrounded him, enveloping him in the angry mob of townspeople. And then he was dead.

Looking on, she knew that nobody could ever know about them. She watched horrified as her lover was destroyed by the crowd. Even though she knew of his guilt, the overwhelming grief she felt for his loss was too much for her to bare. She walked away from the crowd, unnoticed in all the chaos and threw herself decidedly into the river. Death could have her if she was to be alone.

He sat at the curb in his car, waiting outside the pizza parlour for another of his suspicions to be confirmed. He watched almost elated as she stepped out if the store brazenly; laughing and chatting with someone just out of sight. She looked almost too innocent to be in this situation. Almost. But there was something undeniably dangerous about her.

He turned the key in his ignition, pulling away from the curb and into traffic. She watched him as he pulled away; staring coldly.

It was a few moments before he realized he was being followed. A big, black SUV had been traveling behind him as he made his way home. In an attempt to keep his family safe, he detoured from his route; traveling further away from his home. The last thing he wanted was to endanger his wife and children.

He'd been traveling for a few minutes when he decided to call his deputy.

"Andy? It's detective Lucas. I'm being followed by a black SUV, can you run a plate check on-"

He dropped his phone suddenly; his hands flying back to the wheel- he fought to keep his car on the road, but even the valiant can fall.