I could hear his Russian accent from a mile away. Was he the one leading the raid against the Italians or was my bias towards Russian men showing.The man was ripped, neat, and his body pale, reminiscent of the climate back in Russia. He had dark hair, blue eyes, and he was tall.He was just as tall as Emilio and he would no doubt tower over me. “Ms. Moretti—”“It’s Mrs. Vitale,” I said as I flashed my ring at him. “I’m married. I would prefer to forget my maiden name.”He chuckled and fixed his already perfect gray suit. You could see some tattoos peeking from his collar but aside from that, he looked like an honest businessman.“Understood.”“I didn’t quite catch your name,” I said sweetly, but I was feeling hostile. I suddenly felt like I had been roped into a business deal without knowing the person I was conducting it with.On a normal occasion, I wouldn’t have a problem with it. But the man looked dangerous, and the way he was looking at me didn’t sit well with me. It was as if
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