Owned By The Mafia Lord
“I never took you for a subordinate. So tell me, who are you working for? Who’s been pulling your strings all this time?”
For a moment, silence filled the room. Danzo’s expression shifted slightly, the smirk softening into something more pensive. I could see the gears turning in his head, calculating whether or not to indulge me.
Then, to my surprise, he chuckled—a low, humorless sound that grated against my nerves.
“Subordinate?” he repeated, shaking his head. “You’ve got it all wrong. I don’t take orders from anyone.”
I raised an eyebrow, forcing myself to appear skeptical. “Oh, really? So you’re just a lone wolf now? All of this—” I gestured to the chaos around us “—was your idea?”
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