CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN

Irina's POV 

I watched through tear-filled eyes as Roberto drove me back into the hands of my worst enemy.

All I could do was cry, silent tears that streamed down my face endlessly.

My pleas fell on deaf ears. Roberto acted like I was not even there.

He cursed continuously at everything that came in his way. At the traffic, at the red lights, at any car that drove too slowly in front of us.

He kept checking his watch obsessively. His jaw was clenched so tight I thought his teeth might break.

"We are running out of time," he muttered. "Damn it, we are running out of...