❦ Rosalind ❦
My skin buzzed with excitement at the thought of finally confronting my father’s murderer.
Leo Santoro.
The very first time I’d met him, I’d gotten the creeps.
“Floor it, Rocco, there’s no time to waste.”
There really wasn’t any time to waste, as my next point of call was going to be Viktor’s arms.
I didn’t understand his stupid rule of only f*****g in his bed, and I hoped to high heavens that he’d meant only for the first time.
When I thought of him, I imagined having him in every space. In a car, plane, elevator, a pool, the shower, a mall, even offices.
The only way to get to that level was obviously to go through the bed rule first, and that was what I must do.
Right after I carve a few more holes into Leo Santoro.
Given that I’d almost fainted the last time I w
