Lovesick | Natasha Romanoff (GxG)

Part 25; Secrets That ruined Us

~Y/N's Pov~

"Right, this is what we know: Bosnic once worked with the mafia at a point. He left and made his own little 'gang'- I'll call it. It consists of him, his two body guards and four other men he's good pals with." Vlad said, "I say we find the mafia and asked them about Bosnic. I'm sure the mafia will still have details about him, where he lives. From there, we'll go and ki-... capture him. Then Andrew and Y/N will take him to jail. If you betray us, agents... I'll make sure there's bullets in each of your skulls."

It's been quite a long ride and the 'place' Vladimir talked about is some sort of secret bunker. We all surround a table with a built-in tablet, showing previous case files of Bosnic when he still worked with the mafia. Natasha stood besides me at my left, Andrew at my right. Some assassins worked on computers at the corners, busy trying to find ways to get Bosnic, and others stood with us.
Hardly focusing on the information presented on the screen in the table, I got an urge to look up at Natasha. I wasn't expecting to see her already staring at me. She didn't look away, her emerald eyes piercing through my soul.
I clear my throat, forcing myself to look at the boss.

Andrew scoffs sarcastically, "If you're such a great assassin and drug dealer, why didn't you give Bosnic the drugs? I mean- come on, surely you have it... right?"

Vladimir clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth and laughs with no reason. "Listen, Andrew. Things aren't so great between us, but I swear, I'll make it worse if you don't keep your mouth shut." The room went quiet before he releases a frustrated breath. "Now, I want Alina to contact someone for me. He's an old friend of mine, in the mafia right now. He'll get us a meeting with the boss, from then on, we can get Bosnic."

A woman with blonde hair nods and went to the computer, guessing it's Alina.

"What do we do?" I ask, "You need our help, but we're not doing anything."

Vladimir shrugs, "Stand there and look pretty."

Natasha roll her eyes. "Vlad knows there's agents on his team right now. He wants to build up trust so that you don't do anything that could stop him."

Anger radiated off him as he gave her a death stare. His lips curled down, nostrils flaring up with a devilish frown. Even the assassins stopped what they were doing and looked at him, them all mentally preparing themselves for a massive explosion. It took us at surprise when he took a deep breath in, closing his eyes. Relieved, the other assassins continued with their work.

"Natasha, Natasha, Natasha" He shakes his head, "You're wrong. I'll use my new buddies for something. That something is: if Bosnic play innocent and file a report to the Agency about our plans to destroy him, Andrew and Y/N will simply persuade their co-workers and partners to stop looking for us. They'll convince the other agents one way or another to drop the case. You'll cover up my tracks."

Vlad adds, "It's getting late and we're not striking in the dark. Natasha, you're in charge of bringing our dear agents to their destinations. She'll pick and drop you guys off wherever you need to be. Remember the bags over their heads, and, Andrew... You say one word about this, I'll have the entire city looking for you both."

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We were lead to the truck we arrived in, of course with the bags over our heads. Only a few minutes on the road, it stopped. Natasha helped us get the bags off our heads. I moved to the seat next to the driver's, as Andrew still sat at the back of the truck where he can't see, nor hear us. I've been trying to figure out where we are, but I'm sure we're nowhere near the bunker. No homes, or any structures, besides for signal lines. Only small hills and mountains in sight.
We haven't talked much, only Natasha trying to keep Andrew calm and not trying to make an enemy out of him. I'll have to speak to him, otherwise, he'll get us both killed. I understand his anger- seeing your friend turn out to be the villain. That happened exactly to me, though she was more than a friend.