Dmitriy
On the way to the airport, I couldn’t stop thinking about how ironic it was that Elena landed herself in an abusive relationship with a rich prick. She had grown-up, watching her parents help abused women. Elena knew the warning signs, and she knew those bastards never change, leaving me completely baffled.
During the drive, Vladimir kept his jaw clenched while he white-knuckled the steering wheel. He had one of the best reasons to be angry, and I was right there with him, but that meant, it would be harder to stop Vlad from killing Blake.
Once we got to the small airport where Vlad kept his private jet, he didn’t waste any time switching from his truck to the small, private jet. His pilot, Samuel, already had the jet fueled and inspected, so we were able to take
