After enjoying a passionate night with Natalie, Dante was busy with his business for a few days. He didn’t have time to take care of a woman, but that just made Natalie feel good.
In that luxurious penthouse, she felt more at ease. At least she wasn’t living in a mafia compound like before. There weren’t as many people watching her, either. It was much safer.
Natalie sat on the terrace, enjoying the morning air and a chocolate-flavored coffee. She took out her black card and ID card. Ever since she had received them, she hadn’t used them for fear that they were a trap set by Dante. However, after thinking about it, she became curious.
“If he can create a fake identity for me, he really has power in the government,” she muttered under her breath. Dante’s image became even more frightenin
