#Chapter342

“Oh, my fucking God, are you kidding me? This woman tried to kill me … TWICE. Fucking TWICE Alexi! And you’re going to sit down with her and have a little chat over coffee? Really? Is that all I’m worth to you?” The rage erupting in me is not really aimed at him because I know how rooted in tradition and rules his family are, and his hands are tied. I’m venting, upset, being unfair, but it’s frustrating as hell when he knows the way to fix this and he just can’t do it.

“You think this is what I want? I would snap her fucking neck on sight...