Chapter 19 Wild, Filthy And Violent
- Ricardo’s POV
- The suite is extravagant, the kind of luxury I am accustomed to. But I barely glance at it as I toss my jacket onto a chair and loosen my cuffs.
- It’s evening, and Lana has been silent since we got to Mexico. She sits on the vanity, pulling her hair free from its tie and brushing through it slowly. I watch her reflection in the mirror, I know what she’s thinking.