Warning: Strong language content.
March 3rd, 2017.
So far, I had no luck finding Ophelia on my own. I hadn’t found any leads on the man who Desmonda had sold her to and if I raised an alarm that she was missing for real now, Antonio would have my head on a plate.
Left with no other option, I had to bring out the big guns, seek outside help…that's how I found myself sitting in front of the head of the biggest and deadliest cartel in all of Russia, a thousand miles away from home, freezing my butt off.
How long had it been? Five years? No, it had been more than five years since we last saw each other. I was grateful he agreed to have this meeting with me.
We sat facing each other, a small center table separating us. No one had said a word since I had walked into his penthouse suite. He
