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𐬾☯︎︎𐬾⚠︎︎𐬾
Sitting across from Karver, I'm starting to second-guess my decision. If I do this, Sabrina and Onyx could still be caught in the crosshairs. Karver may not get to them, but Onyx and Sabrina are within Damian and Ezra's reach.
"So when were you planning to tell me that you are, Bratva?" I asked, my curiosity getting the best of me.
"Never or whenever my plan was ready. In all honesty, I didn't want to make it a public fact unless it was absolutely necessary. The only ones that know are you and my right-hand man." He answers.
I nod. "Good to know, I guess. So what can I do to help you?"
"You're going to be my mole. I can see that the current head of the Cosa Nostra is infatuated with you, and it seems the feeling may be a little mutual after that little rendezvous in the library at the Knightly Estate."
"You saw that? I thought Ezra had closed the door."
"Oh he did, but the thing is, neither of you checked if someone else was in there with you. It wasn't difficult to hide deeper into the shadows."
I felt my skin become consumed by flames.
"Well, anyway, my point is. I'm going to need you to feed me information, anything that you see or hear behind closed doors." He continues and just like that, he killed all the flames on my skin.
For some reason, whenever I thought of Ezra, I either thought of killing him or our moment in the library.
"I'll do it. As long as you swear to me that you're going to leave Onyx and Sabrina alone. You might not know Onyx, but that little boy is all I have left, and you know Sabrina. She was your friend. If you ever gave at least one little ounce of fucks about her, leave her alone."
He's silent for a moment. "I'll leave them be. I swear it."
"Then you'll have my compliance."
From there on we spent our time together speaking of our conditions for cooperation and just about anything until I got a text.
Unknown: You look fucking stunning.
My body went cold and my grip on my phone tightened. Karver noticed, of course.
"Something wrong, Dionis?"
I shook my head. "Not at all. But will you please stop calling me that?" As I spoke, my voice didn't sound like my own. It was a little shaky and flustered.
He chuckled in response. "Fine, fine, it's just such a pretty name."
"It's my middle name." I don't know what got me to confess that. I'll blame the alcohol.
