SIMONE'S POV
"You're going to sit in on the meeting today."
I nearly choked on my morning coffee at Nicholas's unexpected announcement.
He stood in the doorway of the breakfast room, dressed in an impeccably tailored charcoal suit that made him look every inch the dangerous businessman he was.
"Excuse me?"
"The arms dealers from Naples are coming to discuss territory disputes." He moved to pour himself coffee, his movements careful and controlled. "Consider it part of your education."
"My education?" I set down my cup, studying his face. "Since when am I a student instead of a prisoner?"
His golden eyes met mine over the rim of his coffee cup. "Since you proved you have more brains than most of my advisors. Besides, you need to understand how this world really works.
