280 Days With The Mafia King
“What do you mean he killed his mother? I thought she died in an accident?”
“I'll explain later, right after I kill the guy,” I responded. “Hey Levi, why don't you tell your men to stand down, and we can handle this like men, no arms. Just our fists.”
“Last time I checked, Mr. De Luca, my fists were attached to my arms,” he answered. Was he really cracking jokes with me?
“You think this is a joke, huh?” I said, a bit calmer now. Not calmer in the sense of my rage cooling. But calm enough to kill him with lethal precision now.
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