Mafia Men V - Marco's Vengeance
I fixed him with a steely gaze, "Don't insult my intelligence, Mikey. I've got enough dirt on you to bury you six feet under. Now, either you start talking, or things are going to get very messy for you."
Mikey's eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape that he knew didn't exist. He licked his lips nervously.
"Okay, okay, I'll talk," he finally conceded, his voice barely above a whisper.
I leaned in closer, a predatory grin spreading across my face. "That's what I thought. Now spill it, Mikey. Tell me everything you know about Emilio's plans. And while you're at it, enlighten me on how the hell Santino managed to gather dirt on us, the Chicago Outfit, and even the head of the FBI
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