(Damian)
As we walked back to the party, Alina's hand felt cold in mine. I could feel the tension radiating from her body, the way she held herself stiff beside me. She was angry. Hell, she was more than angry, she was suspicious now, and that made her dangerous.
The music got louder as we approached the main room. My employees and their friends/ families were laughing, drinking and having a good time.
I smiled and nodded at those who greeted us, playing the perfect host. But I couldn't stop thinking about earlier. Alina had heard too much. She knew about the shipment, about Bruno, about Tomas. She might not understand the full scope of what I do, but she understood enough to be a problem.
The thing is, Alina thinks she knows me. She thinks because we've gotten closer. After all, I've
