MIA
So much had changed within a span of forty-eight hours that it literally made my head spin. To begin with, stepping inside one car and falling asleep only to be roused up in another car with different people seemed like a beginning of a nightmare.
Then, meeting the man in a suede tailored suit. When I stood before him, everything about him screamed dangerous except the pair of blue eyes—the same as Viktor. And my interest piqued.
Alessandro Romano. The man who’d ruled a criminal empire stood before me with his arms crossed across his chest.
My heart had almost leaped into my throat while my breathing hitched. Finally, when he’d explained everything, I could breathe. Apparently, sending me away to his father was Viktor’s plan A while he kept everyone under the impression of plan B.
