The Mafia King’s Queen
he muttered, barely audible.
“I’m more than insane,” I said, lunging forward with precision, slashing his arm. He yelped and fell back, and I moved in a fluid circle, my movements trained, Mafia Queen, not some frightened girl. I felt it again, the old thrill of control, the electric certainty of dominance.
Philippe moved, pulling a gun from his belt. “You think you can take me down? You're nothing!”
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