Irina
An anger-filled roar tore through the air as we screeched around the first corner. I closed my eyes as I knew to whom it belonged. Stefano barked out orders in Italian about getting to a chopper.
He leaned towards me from the front seat.
“That sounded like you owed him more than money, Bella.” He smirked. “What’s the real story with you and the wolves’ heir-apparent?”
“I stole something from him,” I replied, closing my eyes again.
That could have been true - if I could steal myself.
“Hmmm, well, protection costs more than employment.” His smirk grew wider.
Predictable.
I gasped and feigned shock at his comment. “I don’t work for free!”
“I’m sure we can come to some arrangement, Bella. Or should we drop you off and let them catch you?”
“No, please, we can work somethin
