Chapter 42
The club was packed, exactly as planned. Adrian had made sure word got out that he'd be there tonight, celebrating a "victory" over Mikhail's latest attack. She wore a red dress that showed too much skin, played the part of the dutiful girlfriend nursing her injuries.
But inside, her stomach was twisted in knots.
They'd been at the VIP table for an hour, drinking expensive champagne, acting like everything was fine. Viktor and Nadia were positioned around the room, watching for Mikhail's spies. Dmitri had confirmed at least three were present.
Now came the hard part.
"I can't do this anymore," she said loudly, standing up. The music was pounding but people nearby could hear her.
Adrian looked up, playing his part perfectly. "What are you talking about?"
"This! All of this
