RISQUÉ

Lorraine Lebedeva

"Thirty-five of our men will accompany us. There is this specific safe house the three men have been hiding in for the past 6 weeks. It's an hour and thirty minutes drive away from us." Rhett explained.

Our heads turned to the door when Dante walked in and removed his leather jacket. He took a seat across from me.

"Apologies everyone." he says, running his fingers through his hair. "Where the hell were you?" Abree questions, annoyed by Dante's late coming. "I was being followed." He lets out, catching everyone's attention. "Do you think it was the Americans?" Rhett questions, as he stands up and walks over to the mini bar.

Dante shook his head pinching the bridge of his temple and let out a frustrated sigh. "Even worse." Dante asserts. His gaze shifted to me, for the first time fear was lingering in his eyes. "The Russians."

I frown. "My father." I whisper to myself.

I was distracted by the positive things that are going on in my life that I completely forgot abo