Stuart Pov
Olga furrows her brows in annoyance. "So, who exactly is she?"
Her name is "Elena Rossi," I inform her in a formal. “A widow and the daughter of the late Don Rossi. My girls will be well-cared for by her, and she will be a wonderful addition to our family. I know it for a fact. Her family had ties to the mafia. She's familiar with our—methods.
Olga appears to be about to spit. "Their ways," she blurts out. That is not ours. Who is this—an Italian woman in my home? Is that a Rossi? Taking care of those lovely girls? "How on earth could you, Stuart —"
I sense a hardening of my face and a chilling of my voice. "Olga, I'll just bring it up once—this is my house. Those young women are my kids; this is my home, the Andreyev mansion. I stare down at her with a clenched jaw. Due to
