Chapter-25

“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 bombarded through the building. Was I looking funny? Or did I say something funny? I raised my brow wh