Corrine doesn’t look thrilled to see me. I get it—I’m invading her space, the one safe sanctuary she thought she had left after a week straight out of hell.
But I need her help. That’s all this is. I’m not on some domineering power trip.
“What are you doing here?” she hisses. She’s smiling at me as if I’ve given her a present, but her entire body is vibrating.
My gut aches. Looking at her stirs things in me. I don’t need to be stirred. I need to know what the f**k is going on with the Bratva’s business. That’s why I’m here. Not to be in her way or reminding her of everything that’s happened.
Now that I’m here, though, I regret agreeing to this little compromise. She should be locked up in a f*****g vault, as far as I’m concerned. Everything about this place screams vulnerable. The elev
