𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝚩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭 | 18+

37 || JACUZZI

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN | JACUZZI
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"Elbows off the table."

Natalia removed her elbows and glared at the masked man as he stabbed his bloody steak with his fork and brought it to his lips.

"Eat."

She pushed the plate towards him and shook her head. "I'm allergic to peanuts."

"It's walnuts."

"I'm also allergic to walnuts."

He glared. "Then starve."

Natalia tilted her head and observed him as he continued eating, his grip tightening on the cutlery. "Do you know who Jason is?"

"Who?"

"The fucker you killed."

He looked her over as if assessing how to tread forward. "I'm trying to eat."

"It's a yes or no question."

"No."

"No, you don't know him?"

Scoffing, he glared at her. "I don't know him. I don't know any Jason."

"Lorenzo."

"Bingo."

"Are you part of the gang who kidnapped me in Colombia?"

"No."

"Do you know Stefano?"

"The hacker, Lorenzo's cousin. What about him?"

Natalia shut her mouth. "So why'd you kidnap me?"

"Borrow," he corrected. "Until your boyfriend gets his shit together."

"He's not my boyfriend."

"So he followed you to New York City, the city he so despises, as a friend?"

"Yes."

"Then you're stupid."

Natalia frowned. "Everyone must like you."

He made a face. "You're right. I'm very popular."

"I don't believe you-"

His phone rang, causing him to groan as he picked it up. "Estoy ocupado. Llámame luego." I'm busy. Call back later.

'Friend?' Natalia mouthed, watching him as he groaned and patted his own head as if to calm himself.

"Tell him to vaffanculo." Go fuck yourself.

Eyes widening, she stared in surprise as he switched from Spanish to English and then to Italian before ending the call. Now she was even more confused. Who was he?

"Friend," he made a gesture before throwing his phone away. Instead, he picked up the cutlery and returned to eating. "What do you want?"