CHAPTER 67: THE MAFIA'S WIFE

Celine

“Stay right where you are,” I warned with a hard glare, my eyes burning with rage.

He lifted his hands slowly in the air, a taunting smirk playing on his lips. “You wouldn't dare,” he said with an arrogant sneer. “Does our sweet little mafia's wife know how to use a gun?”

I cocked the gun...