•BOOK II OF THE ESZTAR SERIES•
"Esztar is falling."
Those were the words an invisible spy mumbled just a few minutes before his death. But no one knew the fall would be so hard that it will destroy everything and everyone who called them to be a par...
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Canada in winters was something else.
Cold, yes. But utterly beautiful, like this Brit seated next to me on the passenger-
I'm going to pretend I didn't think the last part.
It was the day. The shareholder meeting. The reason why we were driving to Val d'or, to the headquarters of the shady gold mining company.
According to Liam's research, a few other shareholders were Russian, forcing me to go there with this certain translator. Liam knew the language as well. But when I asked him to tag along with me instead of Allegra, he suddenly forgot Russian.
These two and a half French boys really do cause me a hell lot of inconvenience at times. Rafael had taken the private jet with him resulting in us taking a normal flight to North Bay airport which was about five hours away from our destination.
I would have saved two days of traveling if he hadn't felt like kidnapping my sister one fine day. I can't wait to break his balls when they return.
Disregarding all the thoughts about murdering my best friend, I pulled up in the parking lot of a coffee shop and silently hopped out. I didn't want to disturb Allegra who was busy sleeping as always.
Thankfully.
She stirred ever so slightly at the sound of the door closing when I returned with two cups of steaming cappuccino. Her sweater riled up in the process, allowing me to see the scar of the bullet wound on her stomach.
Nikolai. That bastard.
My fingers itched to graze over the scar like that would erase the mark and the memories away. But I can't touch her like that. It's inappropriate, right.
Of course it is.
"Allegra." I shook her shoulders, turning my eyes away to not look at her tall frame curled into a ball with her legs pulled to her chest.
"Yes, love." She smiled in her sleep. Her naturally smokey voice sounded even more husky in her sleepy state.
Love.
"I'm not whoever you are dreaming about. Wake up. I've got some coffee." My tone suddenly turned harsh. I didn't know why.
"Oh, hey there Ollie." She yawned, finally opening those bright blue eyes.
"Take this." I thrusted the coffee cup into her hands and started the engine which roared to life.
"Thanks. How far are we?"
"About an hour." I replied curtly and began rolling the car on the highway once again.
"I slept for four hours straight?" Her eyes went wide.
