I called Dmitri to find out where Samantha was. It's time to get this over and done with. I'm done playing her games.
"Let's go," I told Peter, who just nodded at me. I went straight out to my car where the driver was waiting.
"I'll drive my car," Peter said.
I told the driver the name of the correctional facility that we would go to. He drove while Peter's car followed close behind us. It didn't take long before we reached our destination.
I didn't know what to think or what to say when I saw her waiting for us at a table. She looked like she was proud of where she was right now.
I glanced at the man beside me. He charged straight onto the table where Samantha was sitting, looking so smug in her inmate uniform. I clenched my jaw. I wanted to crush her into pieces at the thought of my
