~Victor POV~
Rachel and I were in the back of my armored limo heading to Emilio’s for our Arianna Bernardi Children's Wing fundraiser planning and collaboration dinner with the hospital executives. I just got off the phone with Tony, giving him a coded message to set up a security briefing for later tonight with my security advisors after dinner. By all accounts, Nicholai was on his best behavior, which was giving me pause, because I knew best behavior and Nicolai did not go together. I had Cas, Mike and six of my high-level soldiers on rotating shifts guarding him at one of my hideouts on the outskirts of the city. It was a loft right on the edge of the Hudson River. To my chagrin, it appeared that Nicolai was not my only problem.
I now had a District Attorney, who was like a rabid dog
