Adrian
Kat doesn’t stay awake to eat, which bothers the part of me that desperately needs to see to her well-being. I want to baby the crap out of this girl. Pamper her until she forgets every last horrible thing I subjected her to.
I wait until room service comes, then I eat and take the laptop into the living room and shut the door to the bedroom.
It’s midnight in Chicago, but I send a text to Ravil anyway. Are you up?
A moment later, the laptop rings with a video call from Dima. When the video comes into focus, I see Ravil, Maxim and Dima calling from Ravil’s office.
“Adrian,” Ravil says immediately. “I don’t like when you dodge my calls.”
“I’m sorry, pakhan. I f****d up.”
He raises his brows at that admission. “What happened?”
Assuming he already knows everything about my plan
