Chapter Fifteen

NATASHA

The airplane we were on slowly lowered to the ground. We were clear for landing. I looked at Olivia to find her looking right at me.

“Ready?”

The minute we stepped on Italian soil, our mission began. Hell, I was sure it began the minute we stepped on the plane anyway. Hell probably knew how many passengers were on the plane, and just how many were after his life.

Okay, perhaps that was exaggerating a bit too much, but who could blame me? I wasn't scared. I was just worried that he would get to me first. If he is half as good as the reports I have heard, He had all the resources to fish me out… I didn't. It was like walking around waving a pistol to kill him, and he was in some overhead building, with a sniper, ready to blow my brain out.

My brows shot up. Guns! Fuck that was true, Luca had said nothing about guns. We were infiltrating a fucking mafia house. Suspected or not, he didn't think to give us guns?

I leaned closer to Olivia.