I take a deep breath, trying to keep the tears from spilling. “Two.”
Drago’s eyes flare in surprise. “Two f*****g months. How the f**k did you manage to accomplish that?”
“I have a thing for languages,” I whisper. “That’s why the don chose me.”
“Did he threaten you? Because if he had, I’m going to gut that motherfucker.”
I grip the bedcover between my fingers, squeezing it with all my might, and close my eyes. Ajello did threaten my brother, but I never believed he would ever actually hurt Arturo. All things considered, I accepted to be a part of this scheme for my own reasons.
“No one threatened me.” I meet my husband’s piercing gaze. “It was my decision.”
Drago’s body goes stone-still. His eyes hold mine as anger brews in their green depths. “I want to know what you have told
