Chapter 97
Natasha's heart pounded in her chest, the rhythm frantic and uneven. Someone was after her life. Why? She racked her brain, trying to think of anyone she might have wronged, but came up empty. Her fists clenched tightly at her sides, nails digging into her palms as she locked eyes with him. She refused to back down. Fear clawed at her insides, but she shoved it aside. This wasn't the time to falter—her life was on the line, and she couldn't afford to show weakness.
"You're doing this for money. Can you at least tell me who sent you?" She asked with a shaky breath. The man nodded, teasing and taunting her with a smirk and then whispered "it's a secret." and let out a shrieking mocking laughter.
"There's actually another reason I took on this job," he added, his voice soft and deliberate. He reached for his pocket, pulling out a small knife. With a sharp flick, the blade snapped open, its edge gleaming under the light.
