Chapter Seven

NATASHA

Luca grinned at the woman. I couldn't figure out if he was looking pleased to see her or was just proud to introduce who I was.

"This is Vera Ivanov," He boasted. "Yes, the Vera. Russia's most wanted."

"Ignore him," I told the lady. "I go by Natasha. I haven't been called Vera in years."

The iciness in her eyes died down and she smiled. I wondered why she had looked at me that way before. I hadn't even done a thing and I was certain I had never met her in my life.

Yet she had looked guarded in the first few seconds before Luca introduced me. I glanced around the house and arched my brow. There were people moving in between the trees. It was so subtle, I almost didn't pick it up. Considering how the woman had also approached without me hearing her footsteps and how Luca wasn't alarmed, that could only mean one thing.

This wasn't just Luca's home. It was his hideout. His fortress.

And he had a very qualified set of people, if I ha