Ma Meilleure Ennemie

The tip of the knife went into James’ skin just enough to leave a mark but not bleed. James grinned, clearly satisfied with the bold move, but Regulus was terrified deep inside. A snake may coil when ready to strike, but even it hesitates when the ground shifts beneath.He half expected James to steal the knife and murder them both right there. Cut off their limbs and bury them in the woods for the cops to find like a puzzle. Instead, James moved his wrist around in a circle trying to get the feeling back in them. He was whistling lightly as he took out his phone and went into his contacts, handing it to Regulus for his number.The game had started, and Regulus had to play along.orRegulus Black, an assassin, who had one job: Kidnap the right man. Instead he ended up digging himself into his own grave.James Potter, Mafia Boss, who has one job but can't play his own games: Kill Regulus Black?