Chapter 118 118

“Is that a garden, Uncle Vit?” Chloe asks, pointing to a perfectly manicured circular patch of grass and crushed gravel off to the right hand side of the property.

“Nope. That’s the helipad.”

I want to vomit.

“Come on, you little gremlins. Viktor will be waiting for us inside.” He gives me a wary look over his shoulder, but I glance away so I don’t have to meet his eyes.

I wish there was a helicop