THE MAFIA'S PRISONER
I watched as he pulled out a bulletproof vest, inspecting it for a second before tossing it my way.
"Wear it," he ordered.
Napakunot-noo ako, tinitigan ang vest na nasa kamay ko ngayon. "Bakit?"
"Lesson two," he said, rummaging through a drawer this time. "Don't get yourself hurt."
I was about to argue, pero naglabas na naman siya ng isa pang bagay—a Swiss knife. He flipped it open, the sharp blade glinting under the lights. It wasn't just any cheap knife. The edges were serrated, designed to cut through more than just flesh.
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