Page 107 of Married to My Sis’s Bratva Fiancé

"Learning my habits?"

"Just figuring out what I've missed."

He didn't try to sound gentle. That was why it landed like truth.

The egg yolk was perfect. The fruit was cut neat.

Kiryan set his coffee down. "I need to tell you something."

The warmth in my stomach tightened at once. "Matteo?"

I'd heard that name from my father before.

Kiryan's gaze dropped, heavy. "How do you know that?"

"I heard you on the phone last night."

"He is clearing out a warehouse, bringing in out-of-town shooters. He bought a few unregistered cars."

"So he is coming for you."

"Most likely."

"You say that way too calmly."

Danger looked like shadow to me. To him, it looked like routes, guns, cars, timing—pieces you could sort. He'd lived in that world too long. He even filed death under logistics.

I remembered my father tapping his cane on the edge of his desk, saying Matteo was a stray with no territory and nothing to lose. Don't fall for the tail wag. Don't ever turn your back on it. My father rarely misjudged profit—he just didn't care who got crushed under it.

"Father warned us. Matteo has no line. He'll bite anyone."

"This time he wants me."

"But you think he'll hit me first."

Kiryan didn't answer. He didn't have to.

I set my fork down. "So those drunk guys yesterday—"

"Not him. My people checked."

"You sound disappointed."

"If they'd been Matteo's, I would have had a reason to make them disappear a lot more thoroughly."

He said it like he was talking about taking out trash. I knew he wasn't joking.

"I'm not going back to the manor."

"I'm not going to ask you to."

"And you can't monitor my phone, my friends, or where I go."

"I won't."

"You already followed me yesterday."

He didn't bother denying it.