The Mafia’s Pet
he asks, his voice tight with emotion.
This has deeply affected each of my men, whether they admit it or not. We're supposed to be a familia, loyal to each other and protect one another at all costs. Or at least that's what I used to believe until I was viciously stabbed in the back.
My jaw tenses. "Yeah, that backstabbing motherfucker is dead," I mutter. As I down the drink, there's a welcoming burn in my throat. "Fuck!" I roar, launching it towards the wall. Axel swiftly steps aside, avoiding the flying glass.
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