Dimitri's POV
My captor led me out of the study and down another long hallway.
My mind was still reeling from everything I had just learned. I was a mafia lord. A dangerous criminal. I had a twin brother who had wronged me, and there was a woman I loved but could not remember.
"This will be your room," The man said, stopping in front of a large wooden door.
He pushed it open and I stepped inside.
The room was enormous, bigger than the entire restaurant where I had been working.
There was a king-sized bed with silk sheets, a massive wardrobe, a sitting area with leather sofas, and large windows overlooking the estate grounds.
Everything was luxurious, expensive, and perfect.
"All of this is mine?" I asked quietly, amused that a man could own something like this. B
