Angela was floored to learn about her connection with the bratva. As if knowing that her mother had a different name than what she knew wasn't enough, her grandfather might marry her off if he found out about her existence.
This whole thing was ridiculous. It was amusingly a book-worthy plot she could write one day. She wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it that her brain became muddled.
Both of them believed that as long as no one told the Pakhan, he wouldn't know. But Angela was worried about something. "Ivan Volkov knows about me, my brother, and my father. Don't you think he's a threat?"
"I want to believe that he wouldn't do anything. I don't think he knows you're here, considering Cynthia was being secretive. If he planned on using this information, why wait twenty years? Also, it wouldn't benefit him if he used you since you're not his daughter. Maybe he's also against it."
"You think so?"
