ELENA DUVAL
The instant tension that followed the silence at Tiffany's threats was too much to bear. And for a second, sparing a glance at Dimitri and Lorenzo, it looked like they were thinking of a million ways to get rid of Tiffany without leaving a single trace behind.
My heart skipped a beat, and my gaze locked with Dimitri's. It was a silent pleading against whatever negative thoughts he was having. Tiffany was my friend and I didn't want to have to fight him to protect her.
The tension slithered with the ringing of the phone. It was Dimitri's.
He let go of my wrist, pulled his phone out, and answered. “Dimitri speaking,”
He listened to whatever the person said, sparing a glance at Lorenzo. “Yeah. It was the Slovak Mafia… yeah, so get your ass back here Torin,”
“Mafia?” Tiffany
