Chapter 9: Natalia
Cavier leaned back in his office chair, staring at the unread texts on his phone. He had been probing Cielle to take an entire day off from working so they could go out. It wasn’t like Cielle was ignoring him, but her responses were so short and half-hearted that he could practically feel her hesitation through the screen. It was clear she wasn’t going to willingly take a break, let alone spend a day with him.
Fine, he thought, if she won’t come to me willingly, I’ll make her come.
He dialed a number, and within minutes, the ever-reliable Natalia stepped into his office. Natalia was an unusual sight, even for someone in the mafia. With her sharp cheekbones, piercing green eyes, and dark hair cut into a razor-sharp bob, she could’ve passed for a high-end model—if not f
