Mafia Kingpin: A Dark, Thrilling Organized Crime Romance

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"Do you have a photo of the guy?" I asked, rubbing my chin in thought.

Hunter stared at me blankly.

"I wanna see how he looks," I admitted, shrugging.

"Sure," said Hunter.

He started flicking through his phone, looking for photographs of the footage that he'd taken. As soon as he'd found one, he lifted his phone to my face, so that I could get a good view of who it was.

As soon as Hunter showed me, I felt the colour drain out of my face. It felt like my heart had stopped thumping.

I couldn't believe my fucking eyes... Yet at the same time, I wasn't surprised... Of course it was him. Of course it was going to be him, that low-life bastard. There was a reason that I saw him at the club that night...

Some may call it a coincidence, but I called it fate.

"Do you know this dude or something?" Hunter asked, looking taken aback by my reaction.

"Do you remember when I told you that I saw Louis at the club?" I said thoughtfully, folding my arms.

Hunter narrowed his eyes. "Yeah, that bastard..."

"The bastard who drugged my sister is none other than Louis's best fucking friend!" I screamed. "Ijaz. That's his fucking name." I drew a deep breath in, as my blood continued to run cold. "I saw them leaving the club together. Ijaz was trying to stop the pussy-hole Louis from fighting me when he saw me."

I folded my arms angrily, even more pissed off than I already was. Hunter started roaring with laughter.

"We were supposed to be burying Louis six feet under a long time ago, man," Hunter spat bitterly. "I don't know why that bastard is still alive and walking."

"Yeah, well I fell out of the game for a while," I said quietly, my voice dropping to barely below a whisper. "But now I'm back, and I'm out for revenge." I took a deep breath in. "Louis and Ijaz are going to pay."