Mafia Games B

"To maintain such false bravado in front of us all… woman you are really a descendant of your father," The sixth elder spoke too casually, "What's your name woman?!"

Once again Isadora moved not an inch in response to his words but hidden out of sight, her fists clenched in anger.

Why do they always compare her to her father?

The silence this time was deafening

"It's only one miserable bitch why is this taking so long, master?!" One of the women around kissed her teeth, doused in jealousy.

Quick to regret her outburst she quickly held her lips over her mouth, but it was too late. Everyone heard...

The atmosphere suddenly became frigid, "Sixth elder, it seems that tramp of yours has gone mad. Perhaps you forgot to put a leash on it?" Vincent thundered.

"Please… I didn't mean to speak out of turn…"

A soft thud is heard as the woman immediately falls to her knees, weeping… shivering, and begging anyone who could hear her out.

"Please…. don't…"

Bang!

Isadora's body jolted to th