The car ride home was silent. Even more silent was the walk down the corridor all the way to the penthouse apartment where they are staying in.
As soon as Giovanni unlocked the door to their apartment, Ava stomped past him, kicked her shoes off in the living room and marched straight to her room where she made a point of slamming the door harshly that it rattled in its hinges.
Giovanni sighed and picked up her sandals.
He had been harsh with her. But she had been stubborn. She didn’t exactly realize what she was doing showing up at that hallway and putting herself close to her enemies.
Well, not exactly her enemies.
He had lied.
The Russians AKA Dimitri and his moronic gang weren’t actually after Ava and her family. Sure, Dimitri Yankov hated the guts of Ava’s father but even mor
