A Toy For The Ruthless Mafia Lord
“I don’t care if you want him dead. Hell, I don’t blame you for it. But just this once—this one time, I need you to put it down.”
He leaned forward, his voice like ice. “Because I can’t do this alone.”
The room went quiet again and they exchanged glances.
“It’s my wife,” Lucifer went on, his voice roughening at the last word. “Her life is on the line. This is complicated, and I don’t have time to explain it all. No questions.” He looked straight at Giovanni, then back at his men. “But she’s his daughter. And she needs to stay alive.”
For a long while, no one moved. The men sat frozen, their eyes darting between Lucifer and Giovanni, as they tried to piece it together, but they didn't dare as
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