Victor's POV
I watch the Richardson girl sitting across from me, back straight like she's at a f*****g board meeting instead of being held hostage in a concrete bunker. Scott's old office feels smaller with her in it. Something about her calm pisses me off more than if she'd been crying.
"Comfortable?" I ask, letting my lips curl into what I know isn't a pleasant smile.
"I've had better accommodations," she answers, those green eyes never leaving my face. "The Four Seasons has nicer chairs."
I laugh, but it comes out harsh. "Funny. Scott always said you had an attitude problem."
"Scott said a lot of things." She shrugs like we're discussing the weather. "Most of them were bullshit."
My hand twitches. I want to slap that look off her face, but I control myself. There's time for that l
