Game With The Mafia King
Danny lowers his eyes on his plate while I hold my cup up to shield my face.
With a whisper, I get Arawn’s attention, and I shake my head. “Be nice. Please.”
But he just scoffs, emptying his cup of coffee. “I have to make a phone call. Hurry up, Dan.”
“Aam alrdy hwrrng.” Danny munches, looking like an abandoned puppy dog.
Leaning forward, I get him to halt while looking at me. “Don’t be sad. We can do something fun next time.”
He nods repeatedly, smiling happily, and I sit back up straight.
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