Ivan’s POV.
I have been state side for a few hours, and the s**t has hit the f*****g fan. Not only that, but my malyshka could have been killed if she wasn’t aware she was being followed. I clench my fists as we walk to the prison at the back of the mansion.
Roman places his hand on the pad, and the light beeps green as we all enter. Casey is walking like this is a normal occurrence. I know she is one of the best in the world. I mean, her nonna is the legendary Striker and clearly Casey has a flare for what she does. My c**k hardens in my slacks and I discreetly adjust myself, but my father sees me and gives me a knowing smirk. Fucker.
We walk past the rows of glass cells as we move to the double steel doors of the interrogation room. Roman places his hand on the pad again and the doors
