I AM YOURS TO PLAY
I signaled four enforcers—Tommy, Rico, and the Diaz twins—hard men with harder fists, their guns already drawn as we stormed the stairwell, boots pounding, the bass from the club below vibrating through the walls.
The door to the private room hung ajar, gun shots echoing from in there, four men laid on the floor bleeding out, while two men stood inside breathing heavily, their silhouettes hulking, guns glinting as they tiptoed to the bed. My blood boiled, my Glock raised, and I fired, the silencer muffling the shot as the nearest goon’s head snapped back, blood spraying the wall. Tommy tackled the other one, his fist cracking the man’s jaw, while the Diaz twins kept watch at the door for any
Hot Chapters