He's just a random person, the second-in-command of a mafia boss who happens to be a killer who just happened to screw up her brain yesterday.

"So you think knowing these things about me now gives you the right to pass your judgment and call me a pervert?" She tilted her face again to get a better look at him.

"I don't make judgments."

"You call me spoiled."

"It's not judgment, it's a fact."

"No, that's an insult."

Charles shrugged, his fingers moving up ...