ROBYN
“I’m Abraham,” Hanna revealed. Pride exuded in her tone. Of course, she was.
I blinked for a moment. It all made sense why they were always two steps ahead of us. Terzo and Spade allowed her to walk free for the thought that she was a nobody but a broker.
“Is that supposed to mean something?” I arched my eyebrows. Of course it did. I just wanted to piss her off. “Is that why you changed your hair? Dark hair looked good on you than this blonde.”
“How stupid do you think I am? Your husband and the mafia fell for my lie. I’m a spy.” She chuckled. “I learned the art of lies, manipulation, and deceit. I deceived people and gather intel for a living. I was good at my job. When I said I was a broker, they believed me, and your husband even let me go for the thought that he owned my lif
