CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Natasha pulled her hoodie over her hair, which she held up in a ponytail. Successfully, she averted the last guard, who proved to be the most efficient. Antonov, her mortal enemy. His eyes were stern like that of a hawk, gazing clockwise without blinking.
All Natasha could think of, was how much caffeine did that guy take to stay alert?
His firm grip wrapped around his AK-47, waiting to blast any unconfirmed movement. His back was firmly pressed against that door she had suffered to get close to. How could she distract him?
Gazing wavering around, studying her environment and calculating her movement, her eyes landed on one of the round vases that held one of Lorenzo's air humidifiers which were placed in every corner of the house. The bottom looked unbalanced and would easily roll down the stairs.
If she could get close enough to push it door, then she would get his attention and then sneak into that dark corner before exploring the entrance.