VIKTOR
I couldn’t recall the last time I had ever driven so fast in my whole freaking life. One call from the manager of Sapphire and I drove like a maniac to reach there. Now, how my brother survived the accident and blast, where he was past five days and how he ended up in a goddamn strip club – I had no f*****g clue. Nor did I beat my brain out for an explanation.
Lorenzo sat by my side in the car with the same concerned expression plastered all over his face. The trail of two more cars packed with our guards followed my speeding Aston Martin, trying hard to keep with the maniacal speed with which I was driving. As I peddled the gas, I paid no heed to the red lights or other distractions before we reached our destination.
The car skidded to a halted in front of Sapphire and Lorenzo a
