Kamila's POV
Three hours later, we were landing in Greece, the country of my nightmares. Getting off the plane, I was stunned by the number of armed men waiting for us.
"Good morning, Mrs. Salvatore."
"Good morning."
"Mrs. Kamila, you'll be in the third van with me and the children."
If Samuel didn't trust anyone else... We got into the van and waited for about five vans to leave ahead of us. I had no idea how many were behind us. "Samuel, is it always like this?"
"Yes, ma'am. We set up a whole operation when we come to Greece with the boss. We always use six vans, but with you, we have to use more. We'll be in Athens organizing everything. We don't have a trusted nanny here, so you'll have to stay with the children."
"Don't worry, my brother has trusted staff. I'll call his assist
