Larisa licked her lips when the air made them dry, eyes darting from the club back to him. She had the opportunity to get revenge, but should she take it?
She was well aware of how dangerous this could get…but the writer within her had stirred awake…that and the memories of what he’d done to her when she was vulnerable and afraid of dying in that room.
Her fingers twitched in his hand, and a chill ran down her spine. Maybe she could name her story ‘The Blackmail’, or perhaps ‘Blackmailed by a mafia man’…or even ‘Blackmailed By The Ruthless Mafia Boss’
However, she needed proof, and she didn’t know how she’d go about getting it. She needed photos, and if she wanted a great sale, then videos and recordings would be her best bet.
Her bottom lip slid between her teeth in deep contemplat
