Chapter 12

Ariel

My brows climbed my forehead in bewilderment. "Daughter?" I repeated after him loudly to ensure that my ears weren't playing tricks on me.

The Russian Bratva Capo had a daughter?

"Does my father know about this?" I wanted to sound nonchalant, however my voice didn't agree as my question came out with a bitter note.

"He doesn't know because I didn't have any reason to tell him," He responded flatly.

The woman I assumed to be her nanny bowed and excused herself from the room while I paced around, running my fingers through my hair and wondering what other secrets he had.

"So let's get this straight,...