“And?” I demand when the silence stretches too long. He doesn’t even look at me, just stares out the front window as the car speeds toward Drognov estate.
“That was smart,” he finally says, and I blink at him. A smirk curls at his lips. “Giving Niko the slip like that. No one’s ever done that before. Niko must be getting sloppy.” Now he’s grinning like this is a game.
“This isn’t funny. I want a divorce, Aleksei.” I snap, no trace of humor in my face.
He exhales, pulls out his phone, and starts typing. “I know what you want, little bunny. But that was reckless, running to the cops. Do you even realize how dangerous that was? I own most of the police here, but not all. You could’ve ended up in an entirely different vehicle right now.”
I jut my chin out and glare at the blur of the city
