#Chapter 263 – The Agent

“All right,” I say, quietly stroking the little dog’s ears, noticing the deepening of his breathing as he starts to fall asleep – probably a very puppy reaction to all the stress. “You’ve got my attention, Ivan. By force. But all right, tell me about this offer.” “I can’t,” he says, shaking his head a little. “That’s for her to say.” “Who?” I ask, tilting my head to the side. “You’ll find out,” he says dryly. Then he sits up, trying to peek out the back tinted windows. “I think we’re almost there.” “Ivan,” I hiss, leaning forward. “What the fuck is going on? Like, why are you even in Italy? Running someone else’s errands?” “What?” he asks. “Seriously,” I say, gesturing towards him with an open palm. “This is – so not your style. You’re the errand boy, going to kidnap me and bringing me to someone else? This is very much not the mafia boss who blocked the road with his Lamborghini, nor is it the kinda-sexy police man who was all,” I shrug a little, “all stuck up and straight laced