Maron
Mindy suddenly breaks the kiss.
She steps back, looking up at me with an all-serious expression. One moment we’re devouring each other, losing ourselves in the heat of the moment, the next, she is stepping away from me. It is a stark shift that leaves me breathless and confused.
"I need to ask you something,” she says.
I furrow my brow, not sure what got into her. "Ask," I reply.
"What is the Bratva to you?"
I'm caught completely off guard by the unexpected question. None of the women I've been with, have ever asked me anything like that. All they cared about was if I liked their new outfit or where we were going for dinner. And of course, the inevitable "when are we getting married?" But the Bratva… that's a different story.
My mind scrambles, searching for any clue that mig
