BLOOD TIES 2

~ALEXANDRO’S POV~

A door at the end of the corridor stood ajar. I moved toward silently, gun ready, and peeked through the crack.

Lauren stood in the center of my father's old study, her red dress a splash of blood against the dark wood paneling. A thin, silver-haired man circled her like a predator.

I had not seen him in years, but I knew immediately who he was—Viktor Kuznetsov.

"...quite the journalist, from what I hear," he was saying, his accent thickly Russian despite decades in Mexico. "Always seeking the truth. I wonder if Alexandro has told you the truth about himself?"

Lauren's chin lifted stubbornly. "I...