Forced to Wed the Mafia Heir
On his command, they burst through the door, guns drawn, ready for anything.
Inside, they found The Viper, his face partially obscured by shadows. He turned to face them, a sinister smile playing on his lips.
“Lysander,” The Viper said, his voice dripping with malice. “I’ve been expecting you.”
Lysander’s eyes narrowed. “It’s over, Viper. You’re finished.”
The Viper laughed, a chilling sound that echoed through the room. “You think you’ve won? This is just the beginning.”
Before anyone could react, The Viper activated a hidden switch, and the room was suddenly filled with thick, choking smoke. Chaos erupted as they tried to find him, but The Viper was already slipping away through a conceale
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