Playing Prey For The Mafia King

Chapter 8

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It was a thick, metallic stench of fresh blood, mixed wi

he underground level was designed l

e. Two men, shirtless and covered in sweat and blood, were l

h men in tailored suits. They were screaming, waving slip

ice station and picked up a silver tray holding a

in the shadows. Her eyes darted upward, scanning t

over the crowd's roar. A spray of blood hit

pt walking. A guard standing nearby gave he

booth on the second floo

jacket. The sleeves of his black shirt were rolled up to his elbows, exposin

swirling amber l

r. He wore a civilian suit, but his posture was rigid,

r research. General Marcus Vance. A t

g family wasn't just bribing local cops. They h

hear what th

taircase that led up to the VIP balcony. She pretended t

the crowd, she could

ing. Leo slid a small, dark object across the table-a USB drive? General Vance stared at the drive. His face tu

d. It was a cold, dead smile. He lea

ofa. He looked like a man who had just bee

ugh to break a man of his stature. This wasn't a deal. It loo

it in a mock toast to the defeate

is dark eyes swept lazily

her back against a thick concrete pillar

r of her dress, feeling for the tiny tracker b

. The fight in the cage was over. The

her tray and prepared to walk up t

h hand clamped down har

d at her to drop the tray, reach for her shoe, and

her muscles

y turned

anding right behind her. His rat-like

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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.”