Chapter Sixty-five

Chapter 65

Franrigo shivered as the icy liquid slid down his throat. Fear gripped him as he swallowed hard; his blood felt stagnant from it. Tales of Mafia poisonings echoed in his mind. He'd heard and read stories of how people were poisoned in meetings like this, how that the Mafia never let people slip out without poisoning them either mildly or lethally, how it was the way of the Mafia to poison people so they would be forced to do their bidding, how they carted out bodies on a daily basis. He knew refusing their bidding meant no escape. The chilling reality sank in—he might be entangled in a deadly dance. The sip tasted like a pact with shadows, sealing an unknown fate.

Franrigo shook visibly in horror. Why the hell had he even agree to this? He should have trusted the real Davidson. His gut had been poisoned by greed and now he was in this mess, this death trap with no escape. Yup, he'd found himself in shitty business.

The Mafia king, a figure of formidable presence, sat uprigh
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