CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
FREYA’S POV
I’d only been at John’s place for a few minutes before someone apparently, he’d invited for dinner, showed up. He had wanted to cancel it-typical John- but I’d insisted on leaving them alone. Afterall, it was not everyday my brother would go all chef for a woman. I hadn’t painted much attention to the woman but she was certainly out of this world gorgeous. So I had done the one thing I need to bury my own memories- well, second thing with my first thought being to visit the shooting ranges in the Mafia base. But I’d thought against it and instead paid a visit to The Crow, spotting my husband almost immediately. I’d thought of sitting away from him but if I’m being honest, I would rather deal with him than with drunk guys looking for a quick f**k tonight.
