Alex

It was supposed to be a harmless weekend game of "Truth or Dare." After losing a brutal round, my friends handed me the ultimate punishment: dial a completely random number and drop a massive bombshell: "I’m having your baby." Barely able to contain my laughter, I punched in a random string of digits. On the second ring, a dangerously calm, gravelly voice answered the phone. Putting on my best dramatic tone, I blurted out, "I’m pregnant with your child." The silence that followed was suffocating. Then, a chillingly composed voice pierced through the speaker: "Drop your exact location. I am coming to collect what is mine." Panic seized my chest. "Wait, no! It was just a stupid dare!" I stammered, the phone shaking in my hand. Click. The call disconnected. What I didn't realize as I stared at the blank screen was that my innocent prank had just crossed paths with the city's most ruthless mafia kingpin. And he absolutely does not play games.