Chapter 41

• Sienna
• Ibiza, Spain. We were on a holiday. I could enjoy this. All I had to do was push Salvatore to the back of my mind. He was a problem for another time. He was fucking pissing me off, and I couldn't wait to fucking stab him to death.
• I smiled as the car approached Eric's Villa. It was a stunning white building which was surrounded by palm trees. The architecture was astonishing. I was not remotely surprised, though. The location was in a very affluent part of Ibiza. It was nice to stay at his villa rather than renting out a place.