The disco lights which were lightened the entire club is off now and in the darkness, I Can hear people screaming for their life. Suddenly, a bullet just passed by me and the sound made everyone leave the damn club.
I notice the suited man with an antique handgun in his hand, pointing the aim at me.
“Illona Russo? Nice to meet you, Mafia girl.” he states while smirking. Asshole!
“Oh! So you know who I am? Great, I was being lazy for the intro though.” I chuckle.
“Shut the f**k up, b***h! This is my place, and I set the rules. You intruded my place like you f*****g own it. Now it hits me why it sounded so familiar cause’ Bianchi used to do this every f*****g time.” he smiles evilly, “how is your half dead lover?”
I take out the knife and throw at him, but son of a b***h dodges it nic
