Serpentine Desires
I stammered, my heart beating even faster.
"Don't play dumb, Seraphina," he hissed, his voice low and dangerous. "I’m not an idiot. Judas fucking Romanovski... everyone knows who he is. And I know what he does."
I swallowed hard, trying to calm my racing thoughts. "How do you—"
"He’s a goddamn mafia kingpin!" Ivan snapped, cutting me off. "Do you think you can just hide shit like that from me? From anyone? I notice things. I know people. And I’ve been watching you.”