Playing Prey For The Mafia King

Chapter 4

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ed violently as it s

med around her boots. The few other passengers in the ca

lled out a cheap burner phone. Her fingers were

pla

ropped the phone b

afehouse. She didn't say a word to Rose. She walked straight into

d and she stopped shivering. The pain in her scraped knee t

ay sweatpants and a thick hoodie. She rubbed a tow

table. A steaming mug of

ands around the hot ceramic mug.

," Rose said. It

needed the shock. "Yes. He saw me. He stared. With his para

se said. "If his hackers look up the student ID in that bag, they wil

bout him. When he looked at me today..

physical file folder from the de

mercenary camp in Eastern Europe when he was fifteen. He didn't come back

e photo of Leo in the file. Her s

ntinued. "But he didn't use baseball bats. He used Wall Street. He

ce?" Lila asked. "

is completely disciplined.

ked. She remembered the heat in

for too much, or tries to stay the night, she is dealt with, permanently exiled. She is

Lila's. "You got his attention today. But

he wasn't a monster, he

ule for The Obsidian Club," R

operty," Lila said. "He wil

warned. "You clean up vomit. You don't have

he wall and stared at her own reflection. Pale sk

la said softly. "I just ne

k. She pulled out a small, blac

. The blade was made o

said. "Keep it in your shoe. If he figures out who you

knife. It was incredibly light, but the edge was

ed to run,"

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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.”