Mafia queen
" he says,
laughing bitterly and my eyes widen.
What?
I push him away forcefully, he staggers, back hitting the wall while I sprint to where the knives
were.
"What are.... what'd you mean?" I ask, eyes focused on his face.
He smiles. Not the friendly kind of smile or something. A smile I know all too well ever since we've been fighting beside each other. The smile of death.
"You call yourself the queen," he chuckles, cracking his knuckles. "don't you know the saying, 'keep your friends close, keep your enemies closer?" he asks tilting his head and everything starts clicking in.
He..he-