Chapter 93

• || ROSIE's POV ||
• I sit in the back of a black luxury car, my fingers drumming against the leather seat, my mind racing as the city lights blur past the tinted windows. The air is thick with anticipation, my pulse hammering in my ears. I’ve come too far, risked too much, to leave without securing what I need.
• The car rolls to a stop in front of a grand estate, its towering iron gates guarded by men with dead eyes and rifles slung across their chests. The driver says something in Russian into his earpiece, and the gates groan open. As we drive in, my stomach knots. I hate feeling like I’m at someone else’s mercy, but right now, I need Bratva’s help.