Now, we both snort with laughter, trying our best to keep our faces straight. Demyen puts on a good front as this Big BadBratva Boss with all his men and guns and demanding, commanding presence… but moments like this are what make mewonder just how bad he really is. His dry sense of humor, his soft spot for damsels in distress…
“Do you ever think of going back to him?”
“Absolutely the f**k not.” I snap the words before I can remind myself to watch it with this man. But he doesn’t yell at me orscold me for having an attitude. He simply nods, so I sigh and tack on a better explanation. “I’ve thought about it, yeah. Italways involves a lot of blood, a few knives, and one of us dead on the floor.”
Demyen’s brow arches a tick.
