Mia and the Mafia, Part 5
Mia wiped away the tears of pain from her eyes. She remembered her talk to Jonathan, who had said that it was a dangerous business for anybody to write about the Mafia. Afterwards, she recalled her bad dream, in which she had become a freaky chimaera, born from the remembrance of the burnt amputee Cynthia and the heavily cast-confined Celia. They were the women, whom Jonathan, the Quisling had showed to Mia to deter her from investigation.
In different ways, both Cynthia and Celia had experienced the power of the gangsters. And, now, it was Mia’s turn to suffer.
Though the state of things was far less serious than in her nightmare, Mia couldn’t decide what the worst was. Could it be the dull pain of the crushed bones she felt despite the painkillers circulating in her blood? Or was it the unceasing itch, which tortured her as the soft cast padding adhered to the skin, and it kept irritating her all the time? Or was it just the feeling that she was