I've lured you back to my place. Again. With amusement, I watch you passive aggressively taking a few sips of your wine. "Orion Lark will be my next prey." I declare nonchalantly, causing you to choke slightly. You seem as impressed as you are concerned. I laugh a little as a sly smirk appears on my lips. By now you must be certain that I'm a madman, and maybe I am, but the Don's days are numbered.
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