Bound to the mafia king
From the side if my eyes I caught the flicker of the Italian’s nervous glances, his knees bounced under the table, and sweat glistened along his hairline despite the restaurant’s cool air, his hands were clamped together, as he quickly leaned in, speaking too low for me to hear but Mikhail didn’t lean forward he didn’t have to, that man didn’t chase words, they came to him.
The Italian’s eyes darted toward the exit, but Mikhail’s gaze was still on him, he is probably going to order a hit on the italian, by tomorrow morning it might be all over the news that the italian got into an accident.
Finally after what felt like an eternity, the bratva's pakhan took the last sip of his vodka, anf set
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