CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

Lorenzo couldn't believe the information from Matteo. When did his security become so weak that it was infiltrated at will? If he got this person, his, or her, death will be slower than that of Laura's.

"What?" he growled at Matteo's statement. Matteo nodded and took a step forward. "The question should be, who is the outsider here that we know nothing about? Laura doesn't look smart enough to have worked alone. She must have had help. My suspect is Natasha."

Matteo seemed a little conflicted and then shook his head, his expression turning hard again. "We can't find anything about her. We have no idea who she is."

For a second, Lorenzo wanted to scream in denial. He didn't want to believe that Natasha could be a spy, but when Matteo's words started to penetrate his mind, it made sense. He was right.