Chapter 8

"What are you doing here?" Asa demanded, her face a mask of anger.

"Hey, calm down. Is that how you greet a guest?" Oleg replied, a smirk playing on his lips.

"I won't ask again, Oleg. What are you doing here and how did you get into my car?" Asa's voice was laced with irritation and fear.

"Two questions at a time, mmm, Asa," Oleg mused, drawing out her name.

Asa fully turned to face him, her attention on him despite her mounting anger. His lips stretched into a grin as he continued to study her. His nonchalant demeanor only served to increase her annoyance.

"What do you want?" she asked, her voice thick with suppressed emotion.

"You know what I want, Asa. Stop playing the victim here," Oleg retorted, folding his arms across his chest. "I want my son."

His words hit Asa like a physical blow. Was he serious? Was he just trying to get a reaction out of her? Alfred wasn't his son.

"You're joking, right?" Asa swallowed hard, struggling to keep her emotions in check.

"No, I'm not. And I in