Chapter 23

ELENA’S POINT OF VIEW

The SUV I was in came to a halt in front of a house. It wasn’t grandiose, neither was it shitty. The house was okay. It reminded me of my house in New Jersey. It had the white picket fences, a mailbox, and a well-taken care of lawn with beautiful flowers.

“You’ll be staying here until boss comes for you.” The waiter informed me. “Please do not leave the house.”

“Got it.” I dismissed him with an airy wave as I ambled to the house, taking in its neat exterior. Whoever lived here was doing a good job of keeping it clean.

I rang the bell and waited. Ten seconds, fifteen… no answer. I rang it again.

“What the fuck is your problem?” A silver-haired girl shouted, throwing the door open with a glare. “Oh, it’s you.” She stepped aside with a much friendlier expression. “Come on in.”

“Thanks?” I went into the house. The television was on, and what I saw playing wouldn’t easily leave my head. The black and orange video.

“Elena, is it?” She asked.

Now that