Viktor
Morocco was such a beautiful country, the locals were warm and friendly, the food was a bit too spicy for me, and the women? They had the best bodies and warmest p*****s I had ever f****d.
I had been laying low in Morocco for about three months and honestly I didn't feel the need to go back to New York yet.
My burner phone buzzed on the stool beside the pool.
I answered on the first ring. “Talk.”
Matteo’s voice floated into my ears. Low and cautious. “Diana called me.”
That made me sit forward. “And?”
“She asked me to dig into Vincenzo’s inner circle. She showed me old letters that her friend Sera found. Apparently, Emilia and Yelena were friends. Emilia mentioned someone in one of the letters, a man she couldn't trust.”
I paused.
My fingers tightening around the neck
