Betrayed In The Mafia's Bed
"Relax, Donomie. No need to go full psycho on me."
My phone buzzed with a message from Astrella. 'We’re at the firing range, practicing my skills.'
I grinned, instantly picturing her in that tight red leather outfit, a gun in her hands, looking like a goddamn femme fatale. But before I could enjoy that thought too much, Silvio muttered under his breath, "Look at him, whipped as hell."
I inhaled sharply, ignoring his dumbass, and typed back: 'Be good, damn luck badass.'
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