Chapter 90
"It's not Bruce! I found out on my own," Gracie protested defensively, her voice laced with urgency.
Drogen's gaze hardened, his tone unyielding as he said, "Leave. And make sure whoever sent you gets the message—never try this nonsense again." Without sparing her another glance, he scooped Natasha into his arms and carried her into the room, his every move deliberate and gentle.
Once inside the room, Drogen carefully laid Natasha on the bed, his movements unusually gentle. He pulled a blanket over her, ensuring she was comfortable.
As he sat beside her on the bed, he ran his fingers through his hair, feeling frustrated. He was the only one in the dark, everyone else knew, but no one told him anything. Even she, maybe he didn't really mean anything to her after all. Whatever she said last night, it must have been because she was drunk. How could anyone love him? He was a monster.