Milana
Throughout the ride, I am nervously picking on my fingers and Viktor never looks at me, not even once as he keeps his eyes focused on the road.
He’s not driving home. I already know that due to the route that he is taking and I will not even dare to ask where he is going. So I just sit quietly in the car, glancing out the windows from time to time as I watch the busy street.
He finally comes to stop in front of a huge building that looks like a warehouse and there’s a curious look on my face as I stare at the series of cars parked at the front. Expensive cars and I know that whoever might be driving them are f*****g rich. I also see tons of men dressed in black, some of them holding guns.
I don’t know what this place is, but it’s heavily guarded and there was a huge iron gat
