CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE: A PRIDE THAT MATTERS
IAN GABRIELLE’S POV
My mind cannot reciprocate what is happening. It is like everything in me is burdening me. I picked up my wine and cigarettes.
I’d taken to drinking early in the afternoons, a habit Mikhail disliked immensely but one I found necessary to dull the ache inside my chest. I’d slipped into bed in a drunken state for the preceding two months and passed out for a few hours.
It was an improvement over weeks of sleepless nights.
Mikhail sat in the corner, his phone in his hand, pretending to ignore me but keeping a close eye on me. He was not deceiving me.
I read the numbers on my screen again, wanting to prove I was still on top of my empire. “Alex just made us over two million dollars by shorting a tech stock.”
Mikhail grunted
