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.