Chapter Fifty

Sergei leaned forward over the table. “Ty zabral to, chto prinadlezhalo mne. —You took what was mine.—

Frankie didn’t bother leaning forward, he merely smirked and twirled one of Gloria’s curls around his finger before bringing it to his face to inhale the scent of her shampoo. “Vse te razy, kog...

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