VIOLET’S POV
A whole two days had gone by rather slowly with me doing nothing but finally learning how to face my reality.
I spent the past two days working at the club with Felicia a couple of meters away from me as usual. Mikhalov, on the other hand, had spent the past two days lurking around me and reminding me of his presence at every single chance he got. He was back to his normal sweet and kind self and though I hated it, I couldn’t help but slowly start get used to it.
I knew what I had dragged myself into. No matter how much I hated or wanted to get away from it, I couldn’t. I was a mole in the Vladimir Bratva and was only going to end up doing exactly whatever I was asked to.
The two days finally came to an end, the invites I’d gotten from Felicia from Mikhalov finally coming
