BRATVA'S OBSESSION
“Whatever that is going on between you and Sasha might just be a repeat of the past, and I’m not one to waste my time on that.”
I knew what exactly she was talking about. Katya.
Irina turned, and her eyes softened to look at me with pity. “You’re already in too deep, and you don’t even realise it.”
She continues. “If this is just a repeat of Sasha’s obsession, then I pity you. But if this is going to be serious....then, grow some fucking balls, Devochka.”
My lips parted in shock as I stood frozen, watching Irina leave with only the sound of her stilettos hitting the marble, echoing.