ADRIKO
If s****l frustration had a name, it would be mine. I exhaled slowly, forcing myself to walk towards Sergei who was pacing across the living room.
As soon as he sensed my presence, his sharp gaze roamed over my disheveled appearance, taking in my rumpled shirt, the undone buttons, and my mussed hair. A sly smile tugged at the corner of his lips. I had never felt so strongly about killing him the way I do now. He was smart enough not to comment.
“We have a problem,” he said without wasting time.
“It would be a shame if we didn't, that means I’ll have to kill you.” I snapped in annoyance.
He grimaced but adjusted quickly. “It’s about Marco.”
That got my full attention, the embers of my dying frustration flickering back to life. “What about him?”
“I was casually listening i
