Owned By The Mafia Lord
“Who’d take down more guys. Guess who came out on top?”
Petrov chuckled again, the sound rumbling in his chest. “He’s lying. It was a draw at best.”
“Sure it was,” Tony replied, rolling his eyes. “Keep telling yourself that.”
Despite myself, I couldn’t help but laugh. The absurdity of the moment—the two of them joking around after everything—was too much. “You’re both idiots,” I said, shaking my head.
“But we’re alive,” Tony countered, winking at me. “And you love us for it.”
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