Dimitri
I drove like a madman through the streets of Moscow.
My hands gripped the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turned white.
Cars honked at me as I swerved between lanes. But I did not care.
Nothing mattered except getting to Mikhail.
The drive to his estate felt like it took forever.
Images of Irina kept flashing in my mind.
What were they doing to her right now?
I pressed harder on the accelerator. The engine roared. I ran through red lights nearly hitting other cars.
People shouted and cursed at me. But I did not stop.
"Hold on, Irina," I whispered. "Please hold on."
Finally, I reached Mikhail's estate. The tall iron gates stood before me.
I slammed on the brakes. The car screeched to a stop.
I jumped out and ran to the gates. Two guards st
