“Am I?” I give him a sharp-fanged smile. “Would you like to find out? Because while my husband values privacy in his business dealings, he’s extremely thorough when it comes to protecting what’s his.” I rest my hand over my swollen belly. “And make no mistake, Kevin: I am very much his. As is this child. As is everything and everyone under the Akopov name.”
Kevin takes an involuntary step back. “Are you threatening me?”
“Goodness, no!” I laugh softly. “I’m simply having a conversation with a former colleague about the importance of discretion in one’s professional endeavors.” I lean in closer and drape my fingers over his trembling wrist. The whiskey sloshes in his grip. “But if I were threatening you, I’d say that pursuing your current line of inquiry could have unforeseen consequences.
