Chapter 24
SILVIO
“No more games, Silvio!” He snarled as I slowly turned around. Dante shielded me from the front but I side-stepped him, unbothered though the adrenaline rushed through my veins. I was not afraid of death.
If anything, death should be afraid of me.
I chuckled tilting my head.
“Games? Do you think I am playing game? Your humour is getting better. Cause I’m not playing games here, Mitchelle, I am the game,” I drawled throwing the blade over my shoulder. “The game you can never win.” I walked closer to him until I was just a feet away.
Mitchelle flinched, my eyes lowered to his trembling hands but he tried to stand his ground. I almost laughed. Pathetic. Pretentious.
He was now aiming at my chest, right over my heart. His eyes fuming as I counted the men behind him in my head.
Twenty-four.
And then unexpected happened. Mitchelle chuckled, throwing his head back as his loud laugh bomba
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