Revenge of the Unforeseen Mafia Boss

Meeting the Queen

Arriving in Petersburg was nostalgic for Damien.

He had expected summer but came in the midst of winter, when almost all the roads were covered in snow. The male clutched his winter coat and wrapped a scarf around his neck. Sherlock comes to his side, teeth chattering from the frigid weather.

“Shit, it’s cold.”

“Aye.”

“You used to this?”

“Not really.” Damien shrugged. “I hate it as much as you do.”

“The winter doesn’t go as cold as this in Dorwaille. This is torture.”

Damien slipped his hands in his pockets and looked at him. “I’ve told my men to come to the Queen’s secret address. Are you sure there’ll be enough space for all of them?”

“Yeah, there will be.” Sherlock nodded. “Granny’s secret place isn’t small, you know.”

“Then it can’t be a secret place. Ah yes, by the way.”

“Hm?”

Damien crossed his arms and asked Sherlock a question that has been bugging his mind for a moment. “Why are you a ‘Dorwaille’ and Shireen’s an ‘Islezak’?”

“Oh, Islezak is just a stage name she uses. Do yo