Lonely Mafia Shall We Love
Once he does, he takes Henry’s knife, and, without any warning, plants the sharp point of the blade on the wood next to Henry’s sprawled hand.
“You make me want to play so many games with you, Henry,” Asher starts, and his voice is cruel yet deceptively amiable, where not even the most foolish man would be deceived by it.
“The sand game I mentioned to you before, maybe the pepper one, or even the five-finger fillet,” he says and dislodged the knife from its place to jab it between Henry’s middle and forefingers.
Henry’s hand is trembling, his breath erratic as the realization Asher would expect to dawn on his opponent instantly is finally processed, previously delayed by misplaced confidence
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