Silvia was calmly seated when the door to her office was kicked in, looking up with a bored expression as the Mafia King strode in like he owned the place.
What Nikolai would never know was that it took everything she had to maintain her facade, it felt like her heart was being torn in two. If Nikolai was here, seeming in perfect health except for the bandage on his face then Angelo had to be…
She couldn't bring herself to think about it, her breathing became unsteady, her hands trembling which she tried to hide under the desk.
"Your hands where I can see it, Silvia." Nikolai drawled, inviting himself to take a seat.
Silvia wanted to curse at him for choosing Angelo's corner sofa despite all the other chairs available, but there were at least ten men in her office, and all of them had their weapons pointed at her. She would be dead before the first word dropped.