His eyes go wide. Then they narrow slowly. “I told her the truth,” he hisses. It’s the first time he sounds like the Adrian I knew. The one the alcohol always revealed him to be. The one whose ring cut my face open the night he died. “She’d heard that Kolya was don now, and she wanted to know what kind of man he’d become.”
“So I told her that her son was responsible for funding the very same ring she was sold into. That he was in the business of buying and selling young women. That he was our father reincarnated.”
He cuts me off before I can even get to the second word. “Just because you don’t want to accept the truth doesn’t change the fact that it is the truth. My mother believed me, so why the f**k can’t you?”
My jaw feels tight, my body numb. “Why couldn’t you have just told her wha
