I want her. The familiar thought pangs through me the same way it has only two other times in my life.
Both times, as it turns out, for the exact same woman.
She exhales a single word. “Mikhail.” Her full lips wrap around my name exactly the way I remember.
She shouldn’t be here. She’s gone. I know because I’ve paid a f**k ton of money to make sure of it. I’ve had a private investigator on my personal payroll for the last six years trying to track down where this woman went and they found nothing.
Part of me was proud. I told Viviana to leave while she had the chance and she actually listened.
Another part of me has always wondered if the fact that I couldn’t find her is why she pops up in my thoughts so often. I’m used to getting exactly what I want in life. Not being able to find he
