Chapter 11 - Ricardo Notices Her Sudden Terror
Ricardo froze mid-motion, his dark eyes snapping down from Viktor to my pale, bloodless face with sudden, burning realization.
“You know him?” Ricardo asked, his voice dangerously soft, carrying a lethal promise of violence for whoever had dared terrify his fake fiancée.
“He killed my brother,” I whispered, the words tearing out of my throat like jagged glass as the years of hiding finally caught up to me.
The temperature in the grand ballroom seemed to drop twenty degrees as Ricardo’s posture shifted into that of an apex predator defending its territory.
“You’ve been harboring a federal and syndicate fugitive, Moretti, or did you not know your cute little waitress was a runaway rat?” Viktor sneered.
Two of Ricardo’s heavily armed bodyguards materialized from the shadows behind us, their hands resting menacingly over their concealed weapon holsters.
“Step away, Viktor, before I let my men paint these expensive marble floors with your pathetic brains,” Ricardo warned, his tone absolute ice.
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Viktor laughed, raising his hands defensively while keeping his predatory gaze fixed squarely on my trembling form behind Ricardo’s broad shoulder.
“You think you own the city, Ricardo, but the men behind me signed your death warrant the moment you brought her into your house,” Viktor mocked.
