Owned By The Mafia Lord
“What can we say? We’re resilient. Besides, someone had to make sure this place didn’t collapse before you two showed up.”
“Resilient?” I shook my head, unable to keep the smirk off my face. “You’re sitting there like you just ran a damn marathon, and you’re calling it resilience?”
Tony took another drag of his cigarette, his grin widening. “I won, by the way. As usual.”
“Won?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at him. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“Petrov and I had a little wager,” Tony explained, gesturing lazily between them. “Who’d take down more guys. Guess who came out on top?”
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