Chapter Thirty: The Russian Spy

Two hours later, my body was shaking with fear and sweat was dripping down my forehead. I didn't think it would be that hard to ride a car until Viktor had made me do it. As a child, it had been fun but as a grown adult, it felt harder than I imagined.

My hand trembled on the gearshift and I felt air leaving my lungs. “I can’t believe you’re making me do

this. This is insane!” I said to him. "This is the craziest thing I have done in a while. I can feel oxygen leaving my lungs."

“I’m not making you do anything. You clearly told me you had a fondness for Lamborghini's." He said. "Here is my Lamborghini. I was hoping you would have fun riding with it. Instead, you're shivering with fright."

I'd changed out of my tight dress, but in spite of wearing Viktor's old rolled-up jeans and a clean, slightly tattered black Van Halen T-shirt, I didn’t feel remotely comfortable.

Even though those were his old clothes, they still felt too rich for me. I felt like I was wearing the cost of my entire