Alessia
What, the ever-loving hell is going on?
Some leggy blonde shows up to our hotel room and Vlad is suddenly a different man. Angry. Enraged, even.
Clearly she’s his ex.
Clearly she still means something to him or he wouldn’t be so riled up.
He turns slowly and closes his eyes. “That was the woman who nearly got me killed. She’s a conniving b***h, that is all.”
“Obviously she means something to you or you wouldn’t be so upset.” I’m not feeling so calm and collected myself. I’m shaky and cold. My hands are clammy. My stomach is in knots.
“Nyet!” he explodes, proving my point. “She means nothing. If she were a man I would kill her for her trickery.”
He sucks in a deep breath, like he’s trying to get a hold of his temper.
“Is it true what she said? You have a child with her?” Th
