“How many men have you fucked, Natalia?” Those defiant eyes of hers harden as they flash back to mine. “None of your business.” “How many?” She pinches her plump lips together and stays quiet. I raise my voice. “Excuse me?” “Three,” she finally answers. “Good. That’s a short list of men I need to kill.” She winces. “What?” “If you’ve fucked my wife, then you need to die.”
