Game With The Mafia King
Arawn points at the grip of the revolver, making Danny look for it with big eyes.
He sighs deeply, as he reads it off the steel. “To the most precious gift life gave me, to my first-born son, Dan,” he whispers, his eyes welling up with tears.
“He was very happy to be your father, Danny. And he would be very proud of you,” Arawn says, getting tears prickling in my eyes as well. “Just stop being afraid of what cool Marcus might be thinking, so you can stop getting into trouble, alright?”
Danny nods, sniffing, and I hug him. “But he will not get to keep this right away, does he?”
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