Chapter 12
Ariel
My brows climbed my forehead in bewilderment. "Daughter?" I repeated after him loudly to ensure that my ears weren't playing tricks on me.
The Russian Bratva Capo had a daughter?
"Does my father know about this?" I wanted to sound nonchalant, however my voice didn't agree as my question came out with a bitter note.
"He doesn't know because I didn't have any reason to tell him," He responded flatly.
The woman I assumed to be her nanny bowed and excused herself from the room while I paced around, running my fingers through my hair and wondering what other secrets he had.
"So let's get this straight, you are masked for some reasons unknown to everyone, including me, and now you have a secret daughter that you didn't bother telling me about? What do you take me for?"
