A Devil's Deal With Mafia Tycoon

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r drink, making the glass empty with the exception of the ice

never come. He was the magnet that drew everyone in. He didn't need to cha

that would have put a normal man flat on the floor. But before I could print the tab,

a drink. And they had handkerchiefs tied over the bottom half of the

was stand there and watch one of th

lap sack on the counter. The other two men also had their machetes out,

struggling to breathe t

fill t

, but I was frozen to t

d the wron

wall. The other people in the seating area had tried to crawl under their tables or put their shakin

tien, taking the heat and the knife

d he seemed to grow several inches taller from when he had walked inside. He brandished no weapon o

rth between them, having no

r. I couldn't tell if my assailant understood what

s from a newly lit bonfire. The bar was normally loud and boisterous wit

ed, slashing his weapon down lik

oved for one of the empty

oody and wrested the machete free. He slammed the guy's face down on the counter, not once but twice-and

own on his head, and i

the man dropped to the floor in

rd in the face he slammed into the wall and collapsed on the floor. He made a series of moves on the other guy,

nce enveloped the bar, everyone s

here I stood. He pulled out his wallet and rifled through the euros that were stuffe

f questions, but it seemed like they already knew him because the

ust passed through. The pavement was wet from the recent rainfall, and

moment later and looked

razzled, bu

with those piercing blue eye

ftness he was showing when he had been

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he somehow felt like anything but a stranger even though I

walk

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right lampposts, moving past a building that had stood the test of time