Chapter Nine

NATASHA

Something cold and heavy hit my face, starling me out of my sleep. I jumped off my bed, eyes wide in shock and ready to smack the shit out of whoever messed with me.

“What the hell?!”

Luca stood a few meters away, a stupid smile on his face as he watched me. I was drenched as hell, and he held up a bucket, looking quite proud of his accomplishment. He had poured water on me.

Me!

I growled, stomping towards him, ready to smash his face into the ground.

“You bastard!”

“A very refreshing way to wake up, no?” He chuckled, dodging one of the blows I had launched at him. “I don't know if you've noticed, Vera, but I am not a puny little man. That blow won't do a thing to me.”

“But my legs will!” I bellowed, ready to slam my knee into this precious family jewels, when a muscle pulled in my thigh and I fell to the ground. “Oh hell, that's painful!”

I groaned, cradling my leg, trying to ease off the pain. Perhaps Luca was right, I had g