Zeldric
"Tell me again—what were the terms of the deal with the Russians?" I ask, glancing away from the road.
I wanted to test my endurance by driving for over three hours. Maybe not my best idea. I’m starting to feel pain in my left side, but at least my leg is holding up.
"I’ve already told you. I had to accept it to get reinforcements."
"I don’t mind the diamonds. It’s a bit exotic, but I like it. With good negotiations, we could make a few million from it. What doesn’t sit right with me is the marriage arrangement."
"Yeah, I know," she mutters. "I tried to refuse, I swear. But I wasn’t in a position to reject their help."
"We don’t arrange marriages. That’s the Italians and the Russians. For the cartels, honor and loyalty stand above family ties."
I turn right onto a dirt road,
