CHAPTER 890. MY LITTLE BELOVED. Honor Among Thieves

That café in Paris was filled with tourists and locals, the usual city bustle serving as background noise while Gigi felt trapped in some kind of parallel reality. Because from Niko’s words, she was beginning to piece together exactly who this man was and why they had come to see him.

The information she had just heard was too shocking to process in that moment, especially with everything she was imagining. But Niko’s firm hand squeezing hers under the table reminded her to stay calm.

Niko never took his eyes off Moliere, and Gigi could see how he controlled every word, every movement. He had dominated the conversation from the start, and Moliere was clearly nervous, despite trying to maintain a facade of indifference.

"I don’t think having this conversation with you is good for me…" he muttered through clenched teeth, but Niko only smiled.

"You’re right, but it would be much worse to have it with the French police… or the Italian… o