The Mafia's Little Raven
I guessed the driver hadn’t known the area well, because we had been the ones giving directions, or rather, the lack thereof.
We had told him to take us to the first club he saw.
I had said so because the thought of a long drive, especially with the lingering nausea from the day’s events, had been unbearable.
Misa stood up abruptly from her high stool, practically jumping off, her short dress riding up her thighs before she quickly pulled it back down.
“You’re keeping me on my toes,” she said, her voice laced with a nervous energy “You can just spill it.”
“It’s… it’s for the kings,” I said, my voice hushed, glancing back at the doorway.
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