Smirking to myself, I finished typing the text to Cristian and deposited the phone on the counter. Was it wrong to f**k with him? Eh, maybe. Did I think he deserved it? Definitely yes. He’d left me alone this morning, and that b***h had come for me, threatening me. One day, I’d build up the courage to kill her.
I pulled my baseball cap down further to cover my face as I sipped my white sangria in the middle of Cristian’s club. It had been surprisingly easy to sneak in here without anyone noticing. Most of his guards and men were gone for the night, doing something, and that something was probably looking for me.
Cristian stormed out of his office, slammed the door behind him, and rushed out into the club, the flaps of his suit jacket flying open. Nostrils flaring, brow furrowed, jaw clen
