Playing Prey For The Mafia King

Chapter 3

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the street from St. Patrick

last, but her hands were freezing. She unbuttoned

k silk shirt and a pai

coming down in sheets, flooding the gutters. Pedestrians

to her ear. The wire

minutes out," Rose's

panded against the thin silk. She rea

instantly. It felt like a thousand tiny needles piercing he

like a second layer, turning translucent. The cold made her nipples harden painfull

to shiver violently. She stood near the stone pillars of the cathedral courtyar

e rain. They pulled smoothly into the VIP drop-

s. They popped open massive black umbrellas, cre

the middle P

charcoal suit today. His face

ed it pe

retending she was just trying to find shelter. She

et her momentum carry her too fast. Her foot slipped on t

sharp edge of the marble. The skin tore. A s

cut through the noise of the rain. He tu

ain washed over her face. She looked up, h

eyes l

act second his pupils contracted.

opped. It dragged slowly, deliberately,

ng made the display impossible to ignore. The contrast between her innoc

turning entirely black. The boredom was gone. He looked

ing next to Leo, stepped forward. "

dn't look at Conrad. He ke

eather shoe splashed into a puddle. The physica

stay. If he touched her

her arms tightly around her chest to cover herself. She pus

canvas bag lying

subway entrance down the block, dis

idn't order his men to chase

nvas bag by his feet. A slow, d

ing," he

d walked int

ll. Water dripped from her hair onto the concrete. She touched h

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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.”