Chapter Forty Two

Reina’s Point of View

Russia is a very much beautiful country. Yes, I said Russia. Once Angelo told me to head to the airport I headed straight for Spain. Madrid to be perfectly accurate and it was horrible. Not the country, no. The glowing sun would radiate my skin, so it was golden; the perfect glow to take some pictures and there were so many that I did take. The beaches and all the food were too good to be a true package deal of a holiday, but it was him. Narc, I mean Jax. He kept appearing everywhere I was accusing me of being the traitor.

The whole moment with the rope would always be on replay at the back of my mind. He had haunted my dreams and my sleep patterns were totally disrupted and now messed up because of him. The man who ruined my entire life by jumping to conclusions too quickly. Hell, I couldn’t give two shits if he was crying his eyes out because at the end of the day what’s done is done. He can’t take back what he did, and he most certainly can’t take back the fa