Chapter 27. Breathless Conversations

He kept on stepping closer until he was on one side of the table and she at the other. Blood was continuously spilling out of her wound, but she cared less. The matter at hand was to escape him. His vicinity. Somehow, get out of his office. She didn’t want to be near a person who was close to cutting her fingers. She really needed to escape. She looked at the door with wondering eyes. She wished someone would walk in so she could be saved.

But what she didn’t know was that she stood in the vicinity of the mafia. She came here by her own will but would leave this room by his. And even if someone entered through that door, that person would be as helpless as she was. No one could help her unless he decided to help her. After all, he was the dreaded mafia lord.

"Please," she pleaded. She was mind-boggled. When she entered this office—

Placing both his hands on the table, he looked piercingly into her eyes.

"Don’t do anything to me. Let me go," her breathless voi