CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE

Irina's POV 

I stood there in shock, staring at Roberto. 

"She has to leave." Roberto repeated coldly.

Marina's face crumpled, the delicate lines around her eyes deepened with despair. "You are not being serious."

"I am very serious," Roberto said, gripping the back of a kitchen chair until his knuckles turned white. "Did you not hear what I said? Her being here is too risky, she is involved with the Volkov twins, and that is dangerous for all of us. Now our only son is missing." 

The last sentence broke my heart. Carlo was missing and I was the reason.

"But where will she go?" Marina asked desperately,...