“You’re a disappointment, I’ll give you that. But that doesn’t make you any less a prize.” She leans inclose, her minty breath fanning over my face. “Whoever holds you, holds the key to the MikhailovBratva. So I’d say you’re very much the right girl.”
My stomach twists again. The key. Leo called me that, too.
The night we met at that restaurant was no accident. He knew who I was. He came with the intentionof taking me. Whether he’d come with the intention of f*****g me in the booth, though, I can’t letmyself consider.
It doesn’t matter. Either way, I played easily, naively into his hands.
To be honest, a part of me was almost relieved to finally understand it all. It always seemedimpossible that a man like him would be interested in so
