Eija can take care of herself…don’t worry.

Dom glanced back. Suddenly, he was fumbling the cigar. It nearly fell to the floor, and it would have burned a hole through the massive, fifteen-thousand dollar area rug. “Are you all right, Dom?” Yuri asked. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He squashed the end of the cigar against the platter on hisContinue reading “Eija can take care of herself…don’t worry.”