Mafia's Innocent Witness
I protest, feeling a rush of panic.
Ace chuckles lightly, his demeanor surprisingly calm. "It's fine; I already crushed one in the soup." My eyes widen in shock—so he wasn’t planning to kill me with a bullet, but with a little white pill instead. A wave of tears wells up in my eyes, blurring my vision as the reality sinks in. How much time do I have left?
“Don’t cry, love; it’s just something for the fever,” Ace reassures me, his tone soothing. “It was specially invented by one of my doctors; it works wonders.”
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