The Mafia's Legend
Ace commanded, his eyes cutting into her like blades.
“I… I was just following orders,” Marina stammered, fear dripping from every word.
“From whom?” Alexia asked sharply, stepping forward, her gaze locked on Marina’s. She was like a predator herself, calm and sharp, making the enemy squirm without lifting a finger.
“From a man named Moscov,” Marina admitted, her voice trembling.
Ace’s head snapped toward her, his expression darkening. “Moscov? Right hand of the Russian Mafia. He wouldn’t dare—” His voice dropped, trailing off as he processed the betrayal.
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