Vicktor POV
I slam out the front door and stalk toward the garage where I store my bike. Despite the coldness in the air, I slip my jacket and helmet on the minute I'm inside. I can see a few of the men who are patrolling want to ask me what the f**k I'm doing, but the stiffness of my body has them thinking better of it. I turn the bike over and speed toward the iron gate. The guard is already opening it, allowing me to maneuver through it easily.
I ride for thirty minutes before I pull into the parking lot of an unassuming building. Despite growing up with Ivan and Nickoli, sometimes I felt the need to escape. I found this place when I turned twenty. It was the first time Ivana had taken a lover. She was nineteen, and I wanted to kill the ba**ard but I knew I couldn't. I had no claim o
