SIXTY-FOUR- Threats

Sasha

“So you’re still not going to tell her the real truth?” Sergei asks with a curious brow raised in question as we drive past the view of the sea.

The black Bentley hummed steadily, rain showers from the crashing waves blurred the tinted windows. The port came to view as we drove closer, down the shoreline towards the warehouse.

I exhaled slowly, my fingers tightening around the leather of the steering wheel. “It was the truth.” I said. “Just not all of it…”

Sergei arched a brow, side-eyeing me. “You mean you told her just enough to ease her suspicions but not the real truth behind her travel.”

My jaws clenched, taking a sharp bend into the gates before parking the car. “You can’t possibly expect me to me to tell her about yet another threat that seems to be out on her.”

His face scrunched in confusion, raising a brow for more explanation. “Another threat?”

“Oma noticed a spyware chip in her phone, the one that records and d******d all information from your phone to theirs.” I sat