Six Inch - [Lando Norris]

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        Upon arrival in London, Lando had put her in the car with George and Pierre. He needed some time alone and to think, not that the busy traffic of the capital of the United Kingdom gave him the time and space to properly overthink the complete situation. He had called an emergency meeting during the flight and his crew was ready in the conference room of his large apartment. Lando drove his car into the underground parking lot, the car George and Pierre were in followed soon after. Natalya got out of the car when the door was opened for her. Her eyes were directed to the floor, but when she lifted her face, Lando briefly crossed eyes with her. His eyes briefly lingered on her exhausted figure, the bloodshot eyes, however she looked away from him and he turned around to make his way to the elevator. The elevator ride up to his floor seemed to take ages and the tension in the cramped room was thick.

A blond guard was waiting for them at the entrance of Lando's apartment and it was someone Natalya hadn't seen before. His blue eyes glanced between Lando and the two other men and then they landed on Natalya. He was a little taller than Lando, his hair styled with gel and his figure was broad, sharp features on his face while his eyebrows were gently furrowed together. "Mick, this is Natalya," Lando interrupted her thoughts. "Show her to her room, please. We will have a meeting and afterwards I will call you both into my office," Lando finished and breezed past them without looking at Natalya. She huffed at it, she was assigned a guard to babysit her, how amazing. "I don't need a babysitter," Natalya gritted. "Sorry to say, but you do," Pierre replied, his eyebrows rising. "Guess that's what happens to bad girls," George shrugged and Natalya pursed her lips together as she watched both men move into the direction Lando just went.

"Are you coming?" Mick asked, the handles of her luggage in his hands. He carried them up the stairs. Natalya followed and they went to the upper floor, which caused her mind to flood with the memories of the first time she had joined him here, in London. Mick walked into the same guest room where she had stayed the previous time and he dropped her luggage there. "Do you want something to eat or to drink?" he asked. "No, thanks," Natalya replied. "Lando asked me to take your phone," Mick effortlessly switched to another subject. "Why?" Natalya asked, looking up at the tall guard. "Because he asked me to," Mick simply replied, which caused her to snort. "To prevent you from doing more stupid things," he added, one of his eyebrows rising in clear judgement. "Ouch," she rolled her eyes and dug into her shoulder bag to hand him the device. "Thank you," Mick said and took the sim card out of the phone, crushing it in his hand.

"Has he..." Natalya stopped herself as she wasn't sure if she could ask it. "Has he what?" Mick replied. "Has he told you everything?" she continued, suddenly feeling small in the large room with the piercing eyes of the guard looking down at her. "Yes," Mick said. "I obviously have an opinion about it, if that's what you're on about," he added. "Keep it to yourself," Natalya sighed, looking away and out of the window. "I think that you must have had a reason for it. You were in a dangerous position and I don't think a woman would put herself there without a reason," he said, and strangely enough the words offered a little comfort. "Mr. Norris wants you in his office," George briefly peaked around the corner and Mick nodded. He walked out of the room and Natalya followed. She didn't look forward to speaking to Lando again. The timing of everything had been incredibly bad.

She was about to calmly tell him about her contract with Carlos and perhaps if her apartment wasn't thrashed, revealing her betrayal, that they would have been able to talk about it and find a solution. Because she was devoted to him, even though it was hard for her to show her real feelings. She followed Mick into his office, where Lando was leaning against his desk, the jacket of his suit hanging over the back of his chair and the sleeves of his blouse were rolled up to his elbows. "Mick will watch over you every hour of the day from now on," Lando started, crossing his arms over his chest. "We're not in war with Carlos' crew yet, but that will come. Tomorrow I will fly to Moscow to discuss with my partners." Lando sounded annoyed. "Since you actually come in useful with the details about Sainz' business, Mick will train with you as well," Lando continued. "For what?" Natalya asked.