Chapter 37 Can't Find Him

• Elle’s POV
• In the distance, a slew of gunshots echo into the air. A slow grin lifts the corners of Romano’s lips. “The fucking Russian bratva, you asshole. I think they may have a fun way to ring in the New Year. Buckle up, bitch. Shit’s about to get real.”
• Another string of mini explosions sends a violent shudder through me. My fingers, almost numb from being bound so tightly, tremble and shake. I have no idea what the bratva is or what the hell they are doing here tonight of all nights.