75

Camila

“What were you two up to down there?” I ask again, though it sounds less like a question and more like a demand.

They were clearly up to something in the cellar. Why else chase me out? Why else keep Mila from following? The last time I was among the wine casks, it was to have a secret meeting with Adriana. That place is designed for secrets.

And I’m not naive enough to ignore that when the Bratva is involved, secrets can hurt.

Secrets can kill.

Asher is wearing a basic black button-up shirt. The kind he normally would pair with a jacket, especially in this weather. His hand is still on mine. And I don’t pull away, not yet. Not until I know where things are heading.

“We found out that Yannick has restarted his brothels,” he finally says.

Horror jolts through my bones. “How did you learn that?”

He stares at the ceiling briefly before he turns to me. “Mila told me.” He pauses a beat, like he expects more questions from me. Before I ask any, he adds, “It can’t stand. We have to shu