73. Fighting with Elizabeth
Michael lurked in the shadows like the predator he was.
Despite his blind hatred, when he saw all the security around Elizabeth, he understood that it wouldn't be that easy.
Just seeing her smiling, cynical face, her blonde curls, which made her look angelic when she was nothing more than a whore's daughter, filled him with a hatred that made his blood boil.
She was a dazzling and beautiful woman who could even rival Nagy, but what she carried inside that pretty package was pure evil and darkne