Chapter 138

The Predator

Moscow at night was a cruel mistress.

The high-end gala.

I wasn’t on the guest list. I didn’t need to be.

Invites are for those begging for approval. I take what I want.

I walked in like I owned the fucking place and practically I did since half of this place was funded by my dear father-Alexei Volkov. Fuck why was I thinking of him now.

My cane clicked against the polished marble floor. Heads turned, whispers flowed through the room like a goddamn tsunami, but no one dared stop me. No one questioned why Judas fucking Romanovski was here. The monster they all feared but could never quite prove existed.

Just like my little bird preferred to call me. And my own mother. I sometimes think why not brand the word on my head? That way I’d look more like an unhinged man they claimed me to be.

My brows rose when I heard a click from my side.

The media was here, of course. Cameras flashed, and reporters hovere