Bethroted To The Mafia Boss
"Let's play an interesting game, Victor."
"I don't play games," I spat coldly.
He laughed again, the eerie sound sending chills down my spine.
"Oh, don't be scared," he said mockingly. "You will love this game. I promise."
"I am not scared," I snapped, tightening my jaw. "And I am not interested in your stupid game."
The man crouched slightly in front of me, resting the gun casually against his shoulder.
"Okay, here's the deal." His tone suddenly became calmer. "We play this game, and whether you win or lose..." He paused for effect. "I untie one hand each time you play."
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