It was supposed to be a harmless weekend game of
"Truth or Dare."
After losing a brutal round, your friends handed you the ultimate punishment: dial a completely random number and drop a massive bombshell:
"I'm having your baby."
Barely able to contain your laughter, you punched in a random string of digits. On the second ring, a dangerously calm, gravelly voice answered the phone. Putting on your best dramatic tone, you 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 hear that in person."
Panic seized your chest.
"Wait, no! It was just a stupid dare!"
you stammered, the phone shaking in your hand. Click. The call disconnected. What you didn't realize as you stared at the blank screen was that your innocent prank had just crossed paths with the city's most ruthless crime boss. And he does not play games.