Playing Prey For The Mafia King

Chapter 6

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Lila stood in the damp, trash-fill

rt. She pressed her thumb against the biometric scanner n

employee locker room. It smelled strongly of

c folding knife and slid it carefully under the insole of her black, non-slip shoe.

itresses down a long, concrete hallway. They

her like a p

the thick, smoke-filled air over a massive dance floor. The main hall of The Obsid

ob was to clear empty glasses and wipe u

a wrinkled Wall Street suit stumbled up to

Lila's wrist. His grip was

e slapped a thick wad of hundred-dollar bills onto the

ace perfectly blank. She rotated her wrist sharply,

an the bar," she said, forc

ached out again, tryi

hand swiped empty air and slamme

rty glasses and turned away, walking quickl

to the industrial washer

ive men in black suits stood in front of them. Their jackets bulged at the armpits. Those

Clumsy

s marching toward her. He had a thin mustache a

nd down her body, lingering on her chest before movi

ands shake. She purposely bumped her elbow against the

ed with a

over the music. "That comes out

d stormed aw

e glass. She smiled. She had successful

peak. Lila was carrying a tray

he music by a third. A ripple of ner

doors of the gold

ling wal

top two buttons undone. He moved with the lazy, dangerous grace of an apex

d her back to the elevators. She grabbed a rag and started w

ight. She tracked his movement

aisle, heading for the front exi

behind the bar, his

fraction

he weight of his gaze hit the back

Leo walked out the front door

bar, her hands shaking viol

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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.”