Milana
“Stop being a creep, Mikhail. And get into the car Milana. We’re leaving.” I only nod at Viktor’s words before walking away from their presence as I go back into the car. Viktor does not come back to the car immediately. He still spends another thirty minutes before he finally comes.
He drops something on the boot first before he gets into the car. “Why can’t you just listen to a simple instruction??” He smacks his lips hard, his angry gaze landing on me. I cower away, shifting to the other side as I nervously pick my nails. Doing that is a continuous habit of mine.
“I told you to remain in the car, why did you come down?? Huh?? Why were you talking to Mikhail??” He demands, his tone lacking any emotions. His hands are on the steering wheel, while he taps his tattooed fingers
