Mafia Men VI - Alessandro's Games
It was then I realized, I finally found a worthy opponent in a game I always win.
I leaned back against my desk, arms crossed over my chest, my eyebrow lifted in a silent question. Waiting.
Scott broke the silence first. “The FBI’s got dirt on him,” he said, his voice rough, as he messed with my set up.
I let out a low chuckle, shaking my head. “The FBI, huh? Sounds like Briggs is already toast,” I replied, almost amused.
But Niko wasn’t having it. His eyes flashed, and he bared his teeth, taking a step closer, “No, he isn’t. We fucking owe it to him, Alessandro,” he snapped.
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