Page 54 of The Mafia King's Acquisition
“Actually, this princess lives in a penthouse. And she’s blonde and feisty but very beautiful. I think you’d like her.”
“Yeah, me too.”
He yawns again and I ruffle his hair gently.
“Close your eyes, Leo. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Love you, Dad,” he mutters, his eyes fluttering shut.
“Love you too,” I say softly.
CHAPTER 12
Lindsay
Everyone is allowed a moment of weakness in their lives. Moments of weaknesses are fine. We’re all human. But once it’s over, you also have to show up and ensure that you don’t disappoint the people that look up to you.
“State your name for the record.”
The man across from me shifts in his seat, adjusting his tie for the third time in under five minutes.
“Viktor Hunt.”
I don’t look up immediately. I make a note instead, pen moving steadily across the page before I finally lift my gaze.
“Mr. Hunt,” I say evenly, “you understand you’re under oath?”
“Yes.”
“And that any false statements made during this deposition can be used against you in court.”
A pause.
“Yes.”
Good. I can tell he’s already nervous. I lean back slightly in my chair, just enough to give the impression of ease. It’s deliberate.
“Let’s start simple,” I continue. “You’re listed as the managing director of Volga Imports, correct?”
“Yes.”
“And Volga imports specializes in…?”
“Logistics. Shipping. International trade.”
“Of what?”
Another pause.
“Various goods.”
I let the silence stretch. People like him rush to fill it.
“Automotive parts,” he adds quickly. “Machinery. That sort of thing.”
“Of course.”
I flip a page in the file, slow, controlled.
