CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
Natasha rushed back to the drawer and opened it. She took out the folder and began reading through it. At the things she saw, her heart constricted.
There was a possibility that Luca was being shady with her. No, he was, and she knew, but having this confirmation was even more angering. She wished she had a way of duplicating the files, but she stored as much as she can in her head.
Underneath Lucas's files, there was another one that got her attention. The second time she was seeing the name, Vladimir. She took it out. A picture of an old, handsome man, maybe around his late or early seventies, greeted her.
He was a wealthy businessman with a powerful link to mafias around the world. His wife was late, his son killed in a reprisal attack, and his daughter was taken when she was just a child.