Till we meet , my love...

Piers strode along the corridor, aware that his bodyguard was a few steps behind him. On such an important day as this, when the Bratva and the Delano mob were finally laying their animosity to the side and joining in a pact, it was always imperative to keep the peace.

He was on the phone as he threw open his door and stormed into his room.

He Facetimed her on the number, the number she had warned him to use only for emergencies.

They looked at each other for a second, greedily devouring each other’s appearance. She looked weary, he thought with a pang, her hair had been coloured deep brown and she was wearing contacts. She seemed to be riding in a cab and her eyes kept moving to the driver, cold and hard, obviously frightening the hapless fellow, thought Piers fondly.

Then she broke the spell and in her throaty growl, with a small twist of her lips, she said,

‘There’s a car full of explosives headed to your house, Pretty Boy.’

Her tone was low; she did not want the man driving the ve