Sebastian Volkov's POV
I opened the SUV door and the biting Istanbul cold hit my face, transforming the last raindrops into tiny snowflakes that died upon hitting the ground. I walked purposefully toward the two men keeping watch under the porch. Seeing me approach, they straightened up immediately, tossing their cigarettes to the ground.
"She's upstairs, Volkov Bey," whispered the one in the leather jacket, pointing to the gray metal doorway. "Third floor. She went up just a few minutes ago. My men are still keeping an eye on the back entrance to the alley, just in case, but there's no movement. She's cornered."
"Good. Stay here. If I see a single suspicious shadow lurking on the sidewalk, you'll be held personally responsible," I declared in an icy voice that made them take a step bac
