An hour later she was in the fanciest restaurant she’d ever been to before. She wanted to stop and look around and enjoy the high ceiling and the chandelier, which she was sure held real diamonds, but Vadim was impatient.
With a crew of men who apparently only spoke Russian, she was being escorted through the dining room, tucked up under Vadim’s protective arm, before being drawn through the kitchen and then through a refrigerator. The fridge threw her, if she were being honest but as they stepped through the giant cooler, the men pressed a button to reveal a secret entrance. When it slid open, there were stairs which descended into a tunnel leading to the biggest basement Essence had ever been in before.
“I wanted to show off,” he nudged her. “There is another entrance but I wanted you
