Game With The Mafia King
“I’m sorry, baby. But like I said. Some other time.”
I start collecting the plates as I hear him whispering at Arawn, “Do something.”
“What should I do, Danny? I have to work as well.”
Danny gasps, slumping in his chair as I get the plates into the kitchen.
“You two are just so mean!” he shouts, making me jump.
Suddenly, he sprints past me, and I hear a door bang close. Arawn groans, passing his hand over his face.
“Well, must be the age, I guess.”
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