*Tallon*
“How could I have been such an idiot?” I muttered under my breath.
I’d finally forced myself to leave Natalia’s apartment. It took every nerve inside of me to leave her behind, knowing that she was a mess of tears.
She’d told me her story, but was I willing to believe it? After everything that I found out, it became too difficult to decipher between truth and deceit.
“How could I not have seen this coming?” I huffed. “Dmitri’s granddaughter–his fucking granddaughter. Another goddamn Zaytsev, just what I need.”
Alessandro, my own brother, was always looking out for me. Even when we’d hit our rough patches, at the end of the day, I knew I could always count on him to come through for me.
But Natalia–how could I not have known that woman was a spy?
The woman held my heart in her hands. She practically owned me in every way. My stomach twisted in total disdain. Who the fuck was I kidding? She still owned me.