Dance with The Devil {A mafia story}
Scoffing in amusement, he pulled out a cigar from the pack and lit it with a silver lighter.
“Pull to the side, Gaston. Let’s greet some friends before leaving this place.” He instructed calmly and took a good look at his feet, where the head of Thalia was resting, the same woman whom he appointed to take care of his daughter. She was a good pet until the woman decided to take matters in her hand by hitting Crystal. Last he remembered, he never ordered her to do so. He had already burned her body, a few miles back and chose to keep the head for his entertainment. This was the true face of Don Svetozar Volkov. Psychotic and merciless. A being no one wanted to go against. His cruel ways gave a