Trapped by the Mafia Boss
One second, I was holding the blade; the next, I was on the floor, flat on my back, and he was standing over me, swinging the knife casually like it was a toy.
I was dead.
There was no doubt about it. I was going to end up in one of those horror stories people whispered about—dumped in a ditch, hacked into pieces, or worse.
Then he grinned.
“I didn’t know you had that in you, Piccola.” His tone was almost playful. “I’m going to marry you.”
I blinked. What?
My heart was pounding so hard I couldn’t hear myself think. Mario Santiago—the deadliest man alive—was smiling at me. Talking about marriage. Like I hadn’t just tried to stab him.
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