Chapter Eighty One

Natasha's pov.

I had to find a way to go see Luigi. I already knew where his hotel was. It was less than fifteen minutes from here but I needed to escape Lorenzo's constant surveillance.

I could easily call him from the number he gave me but that didn't seem very safe to me. The only options for had was usubg Lorenzo's phone and I didn't think it was a good idea to call Lugi with it.

I shoved a fork full of lasagna into my mouth and moaned at the taste.

It was delicious for something that wasn't homemade.

I laughed at the fact that if Olivia was here, she would have pulled a face. She hated lasagna and the fact dud she did was comical because she was hakf Italian.

Lorenzo was unusually quiet and I was thankful for that.

Normally we would be teasing each other to death by now but it was dead silent and I didn't hate it but it made me uneasy too

I took a sip of the wine Lorenzo had poured me earlier and savored the taste.

It was my last night here after all.

I knew I had been the one