Chapter 22

• NATASHA
• With a groan, I rose to my feet and peeled off my dress. Walking towards the bathroom, I turned on the shower and scrubbed the grime off my skin, while thinking of the next move to make. The splash of cold water against my skin made me shiver temporarily and reminded me of my assassin days when I had to go through all sorts of things in a bid to kill my clients.
• I had to observe first. I needed to learn their routine, activities that went in the hotel and the potential places where the mafia could go around doing their shit. And then I would find loopholes in between, find a way to get information subtly from the workers and discover who hell is.