“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...