Chapter 137

• Vladimir:
• “When did you get here anyway? No one has informed us that you were coming, we would have come to pick you up from the airport ourselves.” I said, looking at Batrov. His eyes met mine and I could tell that the second hand hated my guts. For starters, telling Konstantin about him being knocked out after being drunk was something that he did not appreciate.
• However, this was going to be the least of his concerns when I chose to kill him for the way that he treated my mate. I just needed to give it time before I did so, and I was going to be sure that even Konstantin wanted him dead.