Chapter 70
Natasha sat stiffly in the back seat, her legs crossed tightly as the car remained stuck in the unending traffic. Thirty minutes had crawled by, and the frustration simmering beneath her calm exterior threatened to boil over. The continuous honking of horns and the smoggy air only added to her misery.
Her fingers tapped a restless rhythm on her lap, and she let out a deep, exasperated sigh. I should've just stayed home today, she thought bitterly.
Meanwhile, Drogen had just returned from his latest mission. His shirt was slightly ruffled, his hair damp with sweat and blood as he walked into the quiet house. He expected to find Natasha lounging on the couch or maybe in the kitchen, but the emptiness of the home made it obvious she was absent.
After a quick shower and change, he checked his phone for the time. It was already past 7pm. Unease prickled at the back of his mind. He dialed her number, and after two rings, she picked up.
