The Captured Mafia Bride
“Too sad we will never fight.”
“If this creepy guy,” I swallow, “isn't scary to you, just how scary are you?”
“We're all scary baby girl. I'm just crazy. Men hate crazy,” he blows out a perfect ring.
Achilles unlocked the big chains holding the man, the sound of the key echoing. As he raised his head up, the clown raises his fist, sending the first punch.
This fight had started.
Achilles spat out blood. “You hit good,” he says, a glean taking over his features.
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