Sandro’s POV
She stopped trembling as I watch a black car stopped at the drive way. Don, one of my men I asked to manage our ‘business’ in Russia stepped out from it. He was wearing his signature all black outfit, black, pants, black fit shirt outlining his muscled body and black military boots. I pressed my body closer to the woman I had in my arms and just stared at Don. With a swift second, he looked up at where we were and walked inside the house. Morris would know how to entertain Don or he could be the one receiving his news or whatever reports he had , Morris always did and he would probably make me listen to it at the most times I was not in the mood. And I was probably not in the mood to listen to any of it now. I was kind of busy.
“I want to be unafraid of it”, she silently wo
