Vlad's POV
"She will pay the consequences," I declared with a calm that is far from true.
I feel the blood boiling in my veins. My hands are itching to give her what she deserves and, right now, I'm weighing the codes I have as a man and as boss while I bring the cigar to my lips.
Ekaterina crossed a line she shouldn't have. I can perfectly handle the problems I have specifically with Rebecca. I could calmly spend the rest of my existence dealing with her justified hatred, with that unbearable attitude she uses just to mess up my life, but I'm not willing to deal with problems caused by third parties. And that's something she wished for, caused, and now she's screaming in the basement, gripped by fear, because she knows she will have to face the consequences.
Her mediocre infatuation w
