Episode 63

Gavril

I stared at my wife, astonished that she’d tried to pull the same fucking stunt again. When Ivan had called me and stated that there was a man at my fucking house, harassing my wife, I had ordered the car to be turned around, thinking that it could be a number of people. It was rare that they got past the iron gate, but considering I had just left myself, anyone could have slipped through while they were open.

My first thought was that whoever had dared come to my personal residence would pay for harassing my wife in danger.

But when I had seen Naomi herself behind the wheel of the car, every thought of how I was going to handle the situation had flown out of the window. She had been told not to leave, not to interfere with my staff, yet there she was, on her way out, and she would have made it had I not turned around.

Where was she going? Why? Those were just a few of the questions I was going to get answers for right fucking now before I lost my shit.

Still, as I looked at my