152|A Proposal Of A Lifetime

Elena turned around to find Aleksander Volkov nursing a glass of whiskey in his hand, an unlit Cuban cigar sticking out of his thin lips.

Wrapped in a dapper black three-piece suit, his silver cufflinks matching his glistening tie pin and the Rolex on his left wrist, he looked every bit the Russian mob.

Sexy yet deadly.

The perpetual smile he wore, though, was as cold as ever, and it terrified