I’ve spent my entire life focused on my Bratva. On rebuildingthe empire that was stolen from my grandfather. Ondismantling the Battiato mafia and owning every inch of thiscity.
No woman is worth throwing all of that away.
Suddenly, Florian squeezes my shoulders. “Relax, Mr.Zhukova.”
I drop my shoulders and roll my head from side to side.
“So you really love her, then?”
“Love who?” I snort. I can’t remember the last time Florianhad so much to say.
“Your fiancée,” he says. “But since I had to remind you,maybe you’re thinking of someone else.”
“I’m not thinking of anyone.”
Now, it’s his turn to snort. “I’ve tailored too many grooms tocount. I can tell when the man is distracted. When there issomeone else.”
Is that who Belle is—
