“Also no. Why would I do that?”
“Why?” she repeats. “Because why the hell not?”
“So I don’t trust them.”
“Are you being serious right now?”
“When am I ever not serious?”
“Isaak, you’re a Bratva Don who’s been on the wrong side of the law since you were born.”
“Eric’s not the one who deserves distrust.”
I give her a pointed glance. “And yet when you needed protection, you called me.”
“Are you going to rub that in my face?”
“For as long as I need to.”
She crosses her hands over her chest and I notice her chin jut out. I can’t help it—I start laughing. Of course, that only causes her to double down and pout a little harder.
“Why the hell are you laughing?” she snaps.
“Because, kiska, you look like a bratty teenager in that get-up, especially with such a stubborn look on your face.
