Ness
"You first," I mutter through clenched teeth.
One corner of his lips stretches just a couple of centimeters, and he nods.
"No masks. Do you want to keep secrets? Fine, I accept that but don’t lie to me, Ness, and don’t insult my intelligence either. We both know you're here for a specific reason. Marrying me wasn’t a coincidence, was it?"
"Is that the important question?"
"The prelude," he clarifies, smirking slightly. I take a deep breath and nod.
"Are you spying for your brother?"
"Mikhail has nothing to do with this," I respond immediately. The last thing I want is to start a damn war between mafias. "Are you going to tell me what this is about?"
"Do I have another choice?" I counter.
"Ness, I’m going to say this one last time, and I hope it’s clear to you:
I will never f
