Chapter Seventy

Lorenzo's POV

I wanted to break his nose, whoever had hurt Natasha, I wanted to pumel him to the ground and guage his eyes but he was already dead by her own hands.

I was beyond proud of her. She'd kill the man that had taken something from her.

Her resilience was so sexy.

"You look like you want to hit something." I heard her say

I looked down at her with a frown.

"You have no idea." I said, my nose flaring in disgust.

She gave me a quizzical look as if she didn't get why I was so upset.

"Why?" She finally put her thoughts into a single word.

"Just… I hate that he is dead.

She gave me an even more dumfounded look.

"I don't mean it that way, just I would have liked to cut of his duck and feed it to him and then slowly guager his eyes out and made him eat that too before torturing him to a painful death."

Natasha blinked rapidly at me, almost like she couldn't quite believe what she was hearing.

"Um…"

She started but stopped, trying to find the words apparently.

"I'm not sure what to