It looks perfectly ordinary, completely by the book. But this gym is owned by the Polish mafia. So Iknow there’s more to it than what meets the eye.
Xander is still buzzing in my ear unhappily. “You could have at least put some f*****g make-up on.”
I wheel to face him. “Jesus, what is your problem?”
“My problem?” Xander says, moving forward and seizing my arm painfully. “My problem is thatyou’re not grasping how serious this s**t is. They haven’t given you the job yet. This is just a meetingto determine if they even trust you. And if they decide they don’t…? You ain’t walking out of herealive. Hell, I probably won’t, either.”
I stare back at him.
“Charlotte?” Xander’s brusque tone cuts through my meandering thoughts. “Are you even fuckinglistening?”
I shake
