Playing Prey For The Mafia King

Chapter 2

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tes of Woodlawn Cemetery. She stepped

dirty water against her boots. She collapsed t

tan," she tol

r frozen legs. Lila leaned her head against the cold glass of the window. She wa

his stare. It felt like a phys

top in front of a rundown antique shop. A f

back out into the rain. She pushed the heavy wooden do

e and tarnished mirrors. At the back of the shop, be

ode into the keypad. The h

warm, smelling of expensive cigars and old paper. The light

glass of bourbon in one hand and a thin cigar in the ot

e face. She frowned. She picked up a dry ca

. She rubbed it rough

aid. Her voice was

clinked sharply. "You are out of your mind. That fune

elf a glass of ice water and drank it in one long swallow.

d the edge of the bar. "He doesn't care about anyone. He look

ulled out a thick manila envelope. She threw i

few grainy photos slid out, along

movements are encrypted. He uses burner phones. He doesn't h

o of Leo walking out of a ni

ever keeps them overnight. Do not think you can play

dropped the photo. "I don't need his he

Her grip was tight. "Lila, listen to me. Once you cross

of her mother's blood pooling on the floor f

other died," Lila said. Her voice

ack of clothes stood against the wall. High-end dress

an her fingers over the fabrics. "If he is p

arms. "How? He do

und a black silk shirt. The fabric w

ld up the dark garment. "But his public theater is not. Tomorrow is Sunday. He go

at the thin shirt in Lila's h

was soft, but her grip on the silk was white-knuckled.

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“To destroy the monster who murdered my mother, I had to become the perfect prey. I targeted Leo Sterling, the ruthless enforcer of the Sterling crime family, by playing a terrified college student caught in the freezing rain. My plan worked too well, and the situation spiraled completely out of control when I infiltrated his underground fight club. A floor manager forced me into a sheer black lace corset and shoved me into Leo's private VIP suite to serve him. The room reeked of Cuban cigars and the metallic tang of fresh blood. I sank to my knees on the Persian rug right next to a dark, wet puddle, offering him a bottle of champagne. I kept my head bowed, projecting absolute submission, waiting for him to fall into my trap. But when his lighter flared, illuminating his cruel smirk, my blood ran cold. "Does the Columbia University scholarship not cover the cost of your uniforms?" he mocked, his eyes dragging over my exposed skin. He had investigated my planted identity. He knew I had orchestrated this entire encounter. Panic clawed at my throat. Why didn't he just kill me? How much did this monster actually know about the girl hiding beneath the terrified facade? His bodyguard moved to drag me away, but Leo raised a hand. "Lock the door. Let's see how well she does her job before we break her," he ordered, his grip tightening painfully on my chin. I forced tears into my eyes, hiding the ceramic knife tucked in my shoe. The deadly game had officially begun.”