“Okay. But just remember I also divorced her,” he says. “You know why? Beauty doesn’t get you very far when you’re living together day-to-day and trying to mesh together two lives that just don’t fit.”
“You married outside the Bratva,” I point out.
“Good point. So remind me: is this chick Bratva?”
I give him the finger. “She is a means to an end,” I growl. “ I sought her out to carry out a mission. You married a girl you met in a club because she got your d**k hard. The two things are worlds apart.”
He narrows his eyes. “Does that mean you’re done f*****g her?”
“I can f**k her without getting attached. Believe me.”
“Doesn’t make me wrong. Women like them… they’re not suited for this lifestyle, man. She’ll crack under the stress of it. She’ll fall to pieces every time you have work to
