Chapter 37

Enzo's pov

Things were getting out of hand. Viktor Morozov was getting out of hand. The bastard had struck again and this time with a more dirty blow.

I sat eerily still in my car, my arm propped on the door panel as I stared out the window, my eyes narrowed at the foreboding building of the ILSAAP office. I waited in rising fury, my mind a mess of my own thoughts.

I'd admit I had underestimated t