Chapter 18

Sasha’s POV

I called out to Valentino as I saw the rider in black-colored clothing and a helmet riding furiously in our direction. Something didn’t seem right about him.

Valentino didn’t seem scared, it seemed he was expecting it. I couldn’t fathom what relationship he loved with trouble. Each moment with him was dreadful and dangerous, and it had my heart racing.

“When would I have my lasting peace with him?” I thought for a moment.

The rider tried to crash into our vehicle, but the driver, who seemingly had great visibility, waved off, sending the rider into a fatal state. Valentino seemed like a Superman of some sort, and what he did made me livid.

He went into the driver’s seat and told him to hold steady on the steering. He told him to move as fast as possible and clear every single hindrance aimed at stopping him from dragging him back.

Valentino took on a walkie-talkie and called his men to position, signaling imminent danger. “Route changed; head for the safe-house,” Valenti