Vicktor POV
Ivana practically sprinted away from me, but I saw the lust in her eyes. Maybe more than just lust, but for now I'll work with that. I knock on Zakhar's door despite the fear that has settled in my chest. Ivana is his daughter. The love he has for his children has always been something that I respected about the man that was once the head of the family. "Come in," he calls out.
I take a deep breath and straighten my spine. When I push the door open, a smile spreads across his face that is unsettling. "Vicktor, I'm glad you're here. I want to discuss the meetings I've arranged for Ivana," he says. "That's actually why I am here, Zakhar. I want to discuss the men you are arranging for Ivana."
His brows furrow and the smile quickly fades from his face. "What could we possibly
