章節 99: Mafia (3) — The Mafia Prince

Lucas knitted his brows together, glaring at Gael for ruining their game. Now he had to die because he knew the doctor's identity. Just as Lucas was about to call Gael out, the soft rain began to pour down heavily. Everyone opened their eyes and shot up to get the hell out of there.

Angela got up from her seat as well, and as soon as she did, her knees wobbled. Too much drink—her vision went hazy. She giggled at her clumsiness, feeling a strong pair of arms holding her up as she struggled to stand on her own. "Ah!"

Gael grabbed his glass of whiskey from earlier and finished it all. He lost count of how many drinks he had that night already. "Come on, let's get out of here." He supported her as they walked out of the garden and headed towards the rooms.

Once they stepped on the tiled hallway, the rain had stopped. Perfect. It was as if the rain only happened to end their game—he was thankful even though their clothes had gotten wet.