Playing Prey For The Mafia King

Chapter 7

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The bathroom was empty, except for the sound o

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e sinks. She was wearing a tiny, silver sequined dress that bar

e was one of the exclusive Bottle Girls

r towels and handed them to he

was shaking uncontrollably. "It's a nightmare down

oft, soothing. "What happened? I thought the VIP fl

ite. "They are fighting. No gloves. I just saw a guy get his leg snapped in half. The bone...

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race. This was it. T

ext to Jenna. "If you don't

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said. Her voice w

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stay up here and wipe the bar. I heard the tips for a single bottle down there are more than a mon

hrough her throat. The terror of th

yard. Attached to it was a heavy gold keycard w

round the warm plastic.

manded. She stood up and rapid

equined dress was suffocatingly tight on Lila. The hem rod

Jenna's bright red lipstick and applied a thick, sharp layer to her lips. She pulled

or. The poor, clumsy c

pulling the oversized white shirt

o anyone," Li

from her work shoe, and slid it into the

restroom. The bass of

raight toward the back of the room, her h

massive bodyguard stepped in front of

w you," the

up the gold keycard and sla

light

low and bored. "Sully sent me to cover the floor

he green light. He gru

la stepped inside, and the d

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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.”