HER INSECURITY, MY TEMPTATION--MAFIA
Sonia smirked, eyes flashing with defiance, her voice echoing slightly in the cramped space.
“By the second-in-command who would marry a much better mafia princess that has something else to fucking offer… You would be a forever mistress.” Kira smiled, but it wasn’t warm—it was sharp, venomous, like broken glass wrapped in silk.
“FUCK YOU, BITCH. FUCK. YO—”
“THAT’S ENOUGH,” I yelled, my voice cracking through the tension like a whip.
Silence fell for half a second, broken only by the faint drip of something unseen in the corner.