CHAPTER-147

"You fucking Italians thought that I was going to forget about my father's death, You Italian whore!" Igor's eyes were shining in rage as he eyed Aria from head to toe.

Aria was silently watching Igor's every movement. Her instinct told her that she had to defend herself today. And not only herself but her baby too.

Igor smirked as he came to stand in front of Aria. "Velenoso's daughter. My father's killer's daughter. And Aleksandr made you Bratva Queen. But today I am going to give you the position you really deserve. My whore!" He snarled into her face as he eyed Aria's body lecherously. Today, Aria could see the real Igor Fedorov, the bastard one. He was examining her with lust-filled eyes.

"I wonder how long are you going to survive my Dick!"

Aria chuckled at that. She couldn't help her reaction. "Do you have one, Igor?" She asked with a vicious look in her eyes. She was daring him to touch her so that she would break his hands. This moron didn't know who the ice Princess was.