Chapter Fifty One

Natasha's POV

How on earth did I get here?

I questioned myself as I stared down at my handcuffed hands.

One moment I had been leaving the suite, the next I was handcuffed to Lorenzo's bed.

How on earth was I supposed to get information out of him when he pulled silly shit like this?

I thought about dislocating my thumb and freeing myself from the handcuffs but that would probably make him suspicious.

Normal women didn't go around dislocating their thumbs to get out of handcuffs, that was reserved for trained assassins.

I had to get out of this one way or the other.

I still couldn't believe he'd handcuffed me to his bed. That had to be top ten of the craziest things that have ever happened to me and I was literally an assassin for most of my life.

The door to the room opened and Lorenzo strolled back in, his hands in his pocket.

He'd taken of his jacket and all that was left was his black compression shirt which it did a great job of showing his sculpted muscles.

I licked my lips in