Chapter One Hundred and Fourteen

Lorenzo’s POV

“You are back.” Natasha’s voice echoed as I came to stand in front of her with only the bars separating the both of us and the rope currently trying her to the chair.

Her voice sounded rough and dry but her eyes still had a little mischievous light in them like she wasn’t bothered about her present predicament.

Just who the fuck was she and who was she working for?

I had always wondered where all her courage and feistiness came from and now It was clear. She really wasn’t like other women and I should have known that most ordinary women weren’t just able to get out off handcuffs so easily.

“You look tired.” I said, my voice. Sounding like batman’s. That was the one thing I loved about my Hell masks. It came with a voice tuber that could change the sound of my voice.

She didn’t respond to my statement just stared at me with an air of superiority.

It irked me that I didn’t know what she was thinking and it irked me more knowing that she was spying on me all this while