Vera’s POV:
The moment those words left my lips, I saw a c***k on his expression. There was a flicker of hesitation and slight fear in his eyes. This was Sylas, a man who I knew had stood unmoved in the face of screaming reporters, boardroom challenges, and threats I didn’t even understand, and now, he looked nervous. It was subtle, anyone else would have missed it, but I was so focused on his gauging his reaction that I didn’t.
His jaw tightened just slightly and his fingers which were already wrapped around mine stiffened slightly. His eyes began to search my face as though he was looking to find something, an answer, a reaction or even an escape.
“A—Are you a mafia boss, Sylas?” I repeated,
The question hung between us. And the silence lasted long enough that I was beginning to b
