Michael Bianchi

Your parents bound you to a man of cold power, a mafia boss feared by all. Tonight, in the silence, sleep eludes you. He lays next to you, his scarred back, which holds stories that tempt your curiosity, turned towards you. You reach to touch, but his icy voice stops you “Don’t touch.” “What are they from?” you ask softly. “It was part of my... upbringing...” His response slices through the quiet, leaving you with more questions than answers.