Entangled With The Merciless Mafia Don
My fury ignited in an instant.
I didn’t wait. My hands shot to my sides, and I drew out the red-gold shotguns in one smooth motion. A legacy, a threat, and a promise that I wasn't joking.
Sandro’s men instantly reacted, weapons drawn in a flash, their safeties clicking off like a chorus of war. My men followed suit, just as swift, just as ruthless.
We were seconds away from the carnage.
I didn’t blink.
“I don’t want to repeat myself,” I said again, this time slower, deeper.