VIKTOR
The enemy of my enemy is a friend. At least, that was what I kept telling myself as I listened to Dalia go on and on about wanting to see me. She was currently powerless and had no other choice than to come crawling back to me. Pathetic!
I had no f*****g idea why Dalia wanted to take Tessa done but if I could use it to take Zane down too, then so be it. After all, Tessa was Zane’s weakness and I didn’t give a f**k who got hurt in the process. Not even the stupid Dalia.
I had agreed to meet her but as I watched her through the tinted glass of my car, pacing back and forth like her heels were too tight for the gravel parking lot, I couldn’t help but have second thoughts. Why the f**k is she even wearing heels?
She was dressed like she wanted to be taken seriously, but the tight
