~ISSA

I walked out of the dining room and out the house.

Since Yulia showed up in my life, my mind has been a hell of a mess. Meeting her at the dining table this morning intensified the battle in me, as keeping Iran in had become extremely difficult.

“You look like you had shit for breakfast, Issa,” Miles chuckled.

I shot him a hard glare which silenced the laughter the chuckle was turning into.

He was also dressed in an all black outfit, just like me. It was a color we both loved to ...