The Mafia’s Angel Ordeal.
“You’re still a novice, Blackwell. I admire your fire, but I’ve been playing this game longer than you’ve been breathing it. I’ll always be ten steps ahead of you.”
He reached for my shoulder. I stepped back. “Don’t touch me.”
He grinned, but in his eyes, I saw doubt. Not fear—he was beyond that—but something close.
He turned to leave, but I stepped in front of him. His men aimed their guns, but I raised the phone.
"Shoot me, and this goes live. Every crime, every secret."
Blade raised a hand. Again, they stepped back.
"We had a pact, Blade," I said, voice low. “To rise together. Build empires side by side. But if your son costs me, my daughter… I will bury you with the truth.”
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