“shakhta.”

Brock:

“You know who I am?” Asking out of curiosity she already knew me, slipping my shirt from my flexing muscles, setting my Glock down on-top as she pulled away from their steaming kiss, nodding “yes”.

“I’m Danika, or Nika for short. Your father and uncle work for my employer.” Rolling my eyes in agitation that I was known for my father and his twin brother, instead of my own reputation.

“You j