Scamming the Devil
The business operated smoothly, with violence serving as just another instrument, while women were viewed as either assets or expendable.
But Irina Volkov? She was chaos wrapped in intelligence. Every message from her was a lie. Meticulously crafted, yet somehow the conversations I had with her had been the most honest ones I’d had in years. She was stealing from me, yes, but she was also the first person in a decade to surprise me.
To make me feel.
“Yes,” I admitted. “I am.”
“And after dinner? What’s next after you’ve had your fun?”
I turned to look at my second in command. “After dinner, Dmitri, I’m going to make sure Irina Volkov understands that you can’t con the king of the underworld.”
Bab Populer