Loving The Mafia King
Each of the three diamonds sits there, perfectly cut and sparkling like stars.
I inch closer, my hand reaching out to touch the diamonds, but Dad quickly interrupts, saying, "Don’t."
"Why not?" I ask, puzzled.
"You’re gonna get shot if you do that."
"How?" I inquire, my curiosity piqued.
"Because it’s protected. The moment you touch it, you’ll be dead," he says, gesturing toward the automatic guns mounted around the room. My heart races and I instinctively take a step back.
"You should really put up a sign for that so no one gets shot," I suggest, half-joking.
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