Betrayed And Sold To The Mafia King
A cup of tea in hand, legs crossed as though he owned the pavement under him.
“Nico,” Rami said, with a friendly tone that also carried the sting of skepticism. “You're late.”
“Traffic,” said Nico, with a smile. “You know how it is.”
Rami's gaze flicked to me. “And the girl?”
“My girl,” Nico said smoothly. “She goes where I go.”
Rami's eyes narrowed. “Is she pretty, or useful?”
“Both,” I responded before Nico had the chance to.
That earned me a smirk. “Sharp tongue,” Rami said. “I wonder if you should be careful where you use it.”
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