Chapter 27. I Want to Fuck Her

Until we turned onto 87th street. Then time flew by. I couldn't focus on any of the details of the homes that had been built wall to wall as we sped down the street.

Had Antonio been driving this first the whole time?

When the car stopped. My heart lurched. It felt as though my heart had stopped some where outside of my body and I moved on autopilot when Antonio opened the door for me. I was standing on the sidewalk in the cold staring up at four stories of cream painted brick and black trim. Even the front door was black.

I shuddered involuntarily.

"I texted Mr. Makalov the second we turned on the street, so he should know we're here." Antonio stated, pulling my luggage onto the sidewalk. I vaguely remembered seeing him tapping on his phone while at a red light a moment ago.

"Oh," I started, but before I could say anything else the blank front door swung open, and I held my breath.

Aleksander stood there, at the top of the stairs looking down at