A visitor (3)

Tom returned with a bag full of money. He threw it on the floor in front of Joe, and the latter smirked.

«You can count it,» Tom said. «Nothing short than the amount we agreed upon.»

Neven stood in silence, observing Vera without any intention of hiding his interest. When he had heard about the Europol sending their agents, he knew they would meet again.

They were fated together, so much that destiny would make them meet when they needed it the most. And he couldn't be happier of being useful to her.

He was looking forward to being out of there, possibly alone.

When she moved her eyes on him, he smiled at her. He felt seen when her eyes were on him, he felt alive and happy. There was something magical in how her gaze wouldn't avert or pass over him just like that, but her eyes would stay a second longer every single time. Even when she was pretending not to have seen him, she would be too slow to succeed.