A BANGING ON the door wakes me.
Rubbing my eyes, I see that I fell asleep on the deck chair outside. It seems I’d rather sleep out here than inside as memories from last night surface.
Groaning, I come to a stand, shielding the morning sun from my eyes as the banging continues. Renata is sprawled out on my bed on her stomach with her dress pulled up, exposing her ass. Ignoring the sight, I walk toward the front door.
When I open it and see Pavel, I quickly close it behind me, but he’s seen enough.
“Who’s the girl?” he asks, eyes narrowed.
“She is my ticket to Serg.”
He folds his arms, indicating he’s listening.
I detail our encounter, and just who she is and how I intend to work with her to finally get my revenge. Once I’m done, I wait for him to speak. Pavel has mastered his poker
