When Natasha opened her eyes, she felt a striking headache that caused her to whimper in pain. The effect of the drugs had worn off, but not the numbness. She barely felt her legs, and it made her mentally curse. That cunning bastard!
"We don't have all day for you to sleep," Antonov reprimanded Natasha.
She barely found her voice to respond, so she just rolled her eyes and followed him out of the car.
As she followed Antonov to the house, down the stairs, she was able to look at the Mansion. It had the tallest ceiling she had ever seen, decorated by the most gorgeous sculpture of a mother and child. It was far better than Luca's house.
He grabbed her arm roughly and started to pull her with an increased pace when he was tired of her steady strides. With the stress and whatever drugs Lorenzo had administered, she hurt everywhere.
Weakness began to take over her body and she felt suddenly dizzy.
