Chapter 6 —-Even with his hand between my thighs, I'm still a Romano.
My eyes fluttered opened for a second before they immediately closed shut from the belonging white lights. I opened them again, but this time much slower.
“You're finally awake,” a lady burst into the door, her eyes reading a chat in her hand, not sparing me a glance.
The memories suddenly crashed. Salvatore, Volkov… there was a shot, and then blood. Volkov had killed Salvatore, who was one of my father's trusted men. But Salvatore had tried to kill me. He thought I had fallen for Volkov charms, and I was now a traitor.
So…
Volkov killed Salvatore for me.
No, no…that can't be true. There has to be some other motive. Volkov will never do anything like that for me. He hates me…we hate each other.
But there was so
