The Mafia's Little Raven
Another set of Alvin’s goons appeared, bursting through a side door, their weapons raised.
My guys reacted instantly, a synchronized burst of gunfire cutting them down before they could even get a shot off.
All of them dead before they hit the ground.
My men pushed the final door open, and I stepped through, my eyes immediately locking onto Alvin.
He sat at a small, ornate table, facing away from me, and Leila was there, right in front of him.
He had her dressed in some ridiculous, skimpy dress that barely covered her ass, the cheap fabric a difference to the silk and lace she usually wore.
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