Chapter 64

Victoria POV

"Are you alright, babe?" I asked, pouring him a glass of orange juice. "Didn't know Mafia men were prone to tears..."

He scoffed, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "Oh, please... I'm still human, you know." He took a sip, clearly trying to regain his composure.

Curious, I leaned in. "What's the family tattoo like?"

He shrugged nonchalantly, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes. "Nothing special... Just a few random words and designs. It's got no real meaning."

"Liar," I teased, but before he could protest, Cassandra appeared, stepping onto the balcony with a graceful air.

"What a view..." she murmured, gazing down at the city below. "The Volkov family tattoo is legendary. Many would kill to be marked by it." She turned to me,