Natasha Astrid’s POV
“You really shouldn’t have gone there.”
I watched my Dad with his back turned to me as he faced the table, arranging my food. My Dad was angry with me. The bullet had been removed from my leg. It wasn't too serious, but I still needed to rest. It was five in the morning, and I had just woken up.
After such a long sleep, this was what greeted me. My Dad was seriously angry. I never wanted any of this to happen to me.
“I told you, but you did not listen to me,” he calmly uttered, but I could feel the anger in every word he spoke.
I knew he would worry about me, especially if I didn’t return at the right time. It was a good thing Owen was there, so he got me out of the house quickly. If Owen hadn’t been there, I knew my bodyguards would have still gotten me because t
