Dimitri's POV
The next morning, I had woken up before Blair, and if I was being entirely honest…I hadn't slept a wink.
What consumed my thoughts other than her was the deal with Wheeler. I needed to make this happen. I needed to pull through so I could get us back home.
So she could be safe and happy again.
Every single bit of information I'd gathered on the Rossi family spread in front of me across the coffee table—financial records, possible witness testimonies, surveillance photos, all pointing to one conclusion.
Carlo Rossi had ordered the hit on Maria and Sophia Wheeler five years ago.
“Dimitri?” Blair called out softly from the door, rubbing her eyes. Her hair was tousled, and she was wearing one of my shirts.
She looked dreamy.
“Good morning, Blair.” She ambled her way to m
