Chapter Forty six

Natasha's POV

"What the hell?" I whispered as I watched a bunch of men dressed in black march in through the back.

They looked incredibly suspicious too and most of them were in hoodies. It was almost like I was back in the Russia Mafia again. It was always like this back home.

Men coming from different parts of the city and country for meetings with the Mafia Don.

Then, it used to be monthly, every Friday night at different locations. Sometimes at auctions. I was always made to tag along, I was after all the favorite of the Mafia don. His brown eyes still haunted me till today.

This had to be important people of the Mafia, probably the second and thirds in commands of course there were a few soldiers but I had a feeling they were there to protect their commander rather than the fact that they belonged there. I wondered if Hell was among them.

I continued to watch as they trooped in, barely making a sound. If I hadn't come here at this particular time, I'd have missed it.

One of them