Meadow POV
I'm definitely confused when the caravan of cars heads down a street that is lined with beautiful brick houses. A few minutes later, the car pulls in front of the biggest house on the street. Ivan grips my hand and I look at him. Concern is still clearly written on his face. "Ivan, I'm fine. I want to do this. I need you to trust me." He lifts his hand to my cheek. "I trust you Meadow. I would trust you with my life. I know how strong you are. I just hate the thought of you being anywhere near those two ba**ards after what they have done," he says.
The door to the SUV closest to me opens and Zakhar offers me a reassuring smile. "Come my daughter, before my son simply takes you back to our home because he is afraid of you seeing him handle business," he says. I look back at Iv
