She flung the knife at him angrily, but he caught the knife mid-air like it was nothing.
Then slammed her against the wall.
"You just signed your soul away, little girl," Vito murmured, his voice like ice cracking.
Her eyes flared. "I want you dead. You take lives like it's sport… why don't you taste death for once?" Her voice trembled, caught between rage and regret. "You deserve it. You deserve death".
He leaned in, his breath hot against her cheek. "You think I'm scared to die, doll? I've been a dead man walking for years."
Before she could respond, he scooped her into his arms. She kicked, and punched but he was stone. She knew where he was taking her.
The Play Space.
"No Vito, no…"
He didn't say a word, he shoved the door open and stepped inside. Her back hit
