Pheonix's Mom was nothing like what I had expected her to be. She was the mother of the largest and deadliest Mafia group's leader. I had expected her to be high-toned, sophisticated. But much to my surprise, she looked like many of us. She looked so normal that it made me blink twice.
She was a middle-aged woman, really beautiful. She looked at me, a warm smile planted on her face and I couldn't help the smile that formed on my face too. She was wearing a dress that reached down her knees. Her skin looked soft and she barely looked aged. If anything, she looked quite young, considering how old her son was. Her long chestnut hair was braided to her seat, neatly.
And very elegantly she walked towards me and embraced me in her warm arms. And I felt a sudden gush of warmth in my veins. Whe
