Episode 82

Naomi

Ilsa ended up taking us to a heavy iron gate in the LA hills, not far from where I believed Gavril’s mansion was. “Why are you in LA?” I asked, remembering the lovely island that Roman owned in the Gulf of Mexico.

Ilsa shot me a dark look. “Were you not paying attention? Didn’t I tell you we were looking for you?”

They had come to find me. My throat clogged with tears, but she was turning toward a keypad, swiping a card over it to open the gates. Roman had just gotten himself out of a tangle months ago with the very men that Gavril was about to face, and I’d thought that they would live it up in paradise, especially with Ilsa carrying his child.

But they had come for me. I couldn’t believe it.

Ilsa navigated the car up a driveway and to a Mediterranean-style home that was backdropped by a ton of flowers and the ocean in the far distance. The door opened immediately, and I was helped out by a kind-looking guard just as the front door opened and Roman Marchetti strolled out, looki