The Mafia’s Accountant
And in my world, weakness was a death sentence.
“It’s a mistake,” I admitted, my voice lower than I wanted. I slumped in the chair, staring at the ice in my glass. “I can’t afford it, Carla. Not with everything going on. Javier, Elena, the missing money… if I lose focus, it all falls apart.”
Carla stood and walked over to the desk, leaning on the edge.
“Elena,” she said, her tone thick with contempt. “That viper already screwed you once. And you think Sofia’s the same? You know how it goes—those innocent types, all sweet and safe until they grow comfortable... and unleash the demons they’ve been hiding for years.”
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