Playing Prey For The Mafia King

Chapter 5

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e pocket of her sweatpants. She turned

something else," Rose said. Her tone was suddenly

ned back around. Her

ured two glasses of bourbon. She pu

rne is dead

brushing against the fabric of her hoodie. Sh

state senator?" Lila asked. Her voice

she didn't overdose. She tried to sell Sterling

h me?" Lila asked. The air in

ring hard at Lila. "And Mia was the girl your mothe

ical blow to the chest. Her breath hitched. A

a whisper. "Did you leak Ashley's meeting to the Sterlings? Did you

e, but it dropped, becoming dangerously cold, slicing through the warm air of the safehouse. "Don't ever accuse me of that agai

ment. Finally, the older woman's should

environment you are walking into. The Obsidian Club is ful

e pulled out a tiny, black butto

o-tracker and an audio transmitter. Sew

e button. It weig

walking out, press it three times," Rose ins

irt she had to wear for her shift. She found a needle and thread in the desk dra

ress," Rose said. "Do not loo

id. She bit the t

. She threw it back. The alcohol burned a hot trai

abbed

Lila," Rose

ew York night. The rain had stopped, leaving the streets slick

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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.”