Chapter 8
Alessia
We land the following afternoon after a sixteen hour flight. I spent the morning playing cards with Mika and ignoring Vlad.
I’m on edge as we get off the plane and a swarm of tattooed men in suits and guns flank us and lead us to a limo.
If Vlad seemed like a one-man show back in the U.S., it’s clear he’s plenty connected on his home turf. I look out the tinted window, my hands clammy and my stomach in knots.
“It’s normal for a bride to be nervous on her wedding day,” Vlad observes and I shoot him my best death stare.
“Go f**k yourself.”
Mika goes still, head bent over his tablet, as always, but clearly listening. Is he worried for my well-being now that we’ve made friends? I wonder if I can’t convince him to help me somehow.
Then again, I’m not sure I’m willing t
