Nikolai's Point Of View
A low chuckle rumbled in my chest as I stared at my phone, shaking my head.
She was fuming.
I could practically hear her frustrated groan, could picture the way her brows knitted together, the way she probably tapped her nails against her desk, trying to figure out how to respond without giving away how much she actually enjoyed this back-and-forth.
Little vixen.
I tossed my phone onto the table and exhaled, leaning back in my chair.
I needed to wrap up this discussion as fast as possible and get the hell out of here.
Every second spent in this room with them, the two men who had made her life hell was another second I had to fight the urge to rip this entire meeting apart.
Across from me, her father, sat with his usual air of superiority, the same cold, calculating expression I'd seen too many times before. He was composed, smooth, the kind of man who could smile while stabbing someone in the back.
