James.
Waking the next morning, I had expected to see Becca’s smiling face next to me, but instead, I woke up alone. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting from her, but after the conversation we had the night before, it was clear I was unsure of what I wanted.
Sitting behind my desk at work, I tried to focus on the countless deals I had coming across my desk. There were a variety of things, and among them were the issues with Katrine’s father.
He was a ruthless Russian mobster I had gotten into business with when I was younger out of need for financial support. Our contract had recently been paid up, and no longer did I need to have ties with him–yet, he didn’t want to let business go.
“Mr. Valentino, you have a visitor,” Evette said through my phone, causing me to sigh.
I knew very well who it was and what was going to happen. There was no doubt that Sergie was here once more to force me to continue our business.
Something I wasn’t interested in doing.
