(NIKOLAI)
With two phone calls, I discovered who took Alya Sidorova and where they were keeping her.
I glanced at Dasha, sitting across from me, and her tear-streaked face tugged at something inside me.
She looked at me earnestly, hopefully, like I could solve all the problems in the entire world.
No woman had looked at me in such a way. Angela had been wary, resigned. She knew the man I was, knew exactly what to expect in our marriage.
Marcella viewed me as an important man who would buy her nice things, take her nice places, and never make any demands on her other than physical ones.
The way Dasha looked at me, like I was her protector? Her savior?
God, I could get used to it.
I hung up, rang the pilot house, and asked them to return to Milan immediately.