Whatta f**k head. His eyes roamed me, and I felt the sudden urge to throw up.
His eyes paused as they found my necklace, my legs shuddered slightly as a slow, small smile played on his lips.
"I suppose we've all been making friends recently, Sinister? Would you mind introducing me to your...date?" He spoke the word date as if he was testing it on his tongue for the first time. His eyes still remained trained on the necklace that bore the Russian Mafia insignia.
Sinister stiffened slightly at my side, his hot hands formed tight on my back.
"Certainly" he glanced at me carefully "this is Calla Levkin, my date."
Hah, of course he knew my real name. It had just dawned on me that I should never try and lie to Sinister Velkov, he would always find out the things I try to hide. Evans, did I
