Breaking Free | Natasha x OC

Chapter Sixty

"Then suddenly you're left all alone with your body that can't love you and your will that can't save you."
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The world passed by Natasha slowly. Her head was pounding but her hands had finally stopped shaking. She wiped them on her pants and exited the room, hoping it wasn't too obvious that she'd been crying, again.

Alessia took one look at her, her own brown eyes red and face exhausted before holding her arms open and hugging the blonde.
"It's okay, bella."

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Natara met the brown eyes across from hers, framed by ridiculously dark and thick lashes, under maintained and shaped dark brows.

Alessia, she assumed it was Alessia, was incredibly attractive... and the fact that Natara even found herself attracted to the Italian- it was startling.
She hadn't found anyone attractive since childhood. Arobynn had taken that away from her along with so much else.

"Hello, Natara," Alessia greeted softly, accent thick and smile beautiful. They shook hands, the Italian giving hers a brief squeeze, eyes twinkling.

Natara found that the gaze made her nervous. She was uncomfortable with this tension, this attraction. Inexperienced in it.

She schooled her face, trying hard not to look as mean as she usually would. This was Solomon's family. She didn't want to disappoint him.

"Natara, dear, we've heard so much about you," The older woman, Apphia, beamed, laying a greeting kiss against her cheeks. "You're absolutely stunning. I'm Apphia, you can call me whatever you want- and this here is Alessia."

The woman's presence was warm and comforting, unlike most that Natara had known. She could immediately tell that this was a woman who would hurt anyone who harmed her family while also embracing any new members without hesitancy.

"Thank you," She replied, trying not to sound as awkward as she felt.

Alessia analyzed the woman next to Solomon.
Gazing at the blonde across from her was such a conundrum.

Natara Faez had such a beautiful face, purely angelic. Clearly crafted by heavens hands. Yet her green eyes were darkened with demons straight from hell itself. It reminded her of a something she'd once read, a quote that came to mind as she looked at the blonde who Sol had said was once an assassin.
'They say the loveliest angels make the cruelest demons and my darling, you were so kind and beautiful before they dragged you to hell.'

Natara caught their gazes and held it until it hurt. Alessia was transfixed on her. She was stunning, exceptionally exquisite... and so clearly fragile while looking dangerous enough to take on anyone who dared.

Alessia saw Natara look at her, curiosity and a hint of nervousness in those green eyes. The Italian felt herself swallow at the sight, startled when she realized.
Why was she nervous? She was never nervous.

But God- Natara looked away and Alessia found that she couldn't.

"Alessia, beautiful, why don't you introduce yourself to Natara properly? I need to speak to your brother."