THE MAFIA'S PRISONER
Kalmado pero matapang ang boses ko, parang may bakal na sumasabay sa titig niya.
He rose from his chair, his movement fluid and predatory, the expensive suit doing little to disguise the coiled tension in his body. He towered over me, his shadow engulfing me, the scent of his expensive cologne suddenly sharp and suffocating. The other men watched, silent and wary, sensing the shift in power.
"You dare question my methods?" he hissed, his voice dangerously close. His breath, warm and heavy, brushed against my cheek. The air crackled with unspoken threats.
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