seven souls seven sins

chapter 77: empire falls

Natasha's pov:

Tick tock, tick tock. The sound of the clock hanging on Flynn's bedroom wall dings exactly every second. I blow out another puff of smoke. "Get your weed out of my face." Seb swooshes his hand in the air to annihilate the smoke. "You better not set the detectors off again." Flynn warns and clacks away on his keyboard.

Here we are, the 10th of February.

It was a Saturday which meant that I could finally escape from that hell hole of a haunted house, only I was the ghost. If I'm being totally honest, they probably didn't even notice my absence. They never acknowledged my presence to begin with. Today was hard, just like every other day but just this week in general has been shitty

More missiles, more bombs, more attacks, more deaths.

The Brazilians and Americans have made it their personal mission to destroy us by all means necessary. This week got so bad to the point where both Seb and Flynn had to skip a few days of school just to manage the mafia. I couldn't skip even if I tried, and believe me, I tried. We've lost so much and we can't afford to lose more.

Another inhale from the burning leaves infiltrate my lungs.

I tilt my head back against the bottom of Flynn's bed where I sit on the floor. I look up to find Seb engrossed on his computer, probably stopping another cyber security attack. He sits on the bed whilst Flynn carries on sitting in his chair. I haven't smoked since December but desperate times call for desperate measures.

My mental health has reached an all time low.

We have barely any troops left and we're hanging on by a thread. Maybe I was over exaggerating but sometimes I don't know what to think. It was crazy how just mere months ago we were the strongest mafia in the world and now we're nearing fifth. Fifth? All within the span of two months.

That's all it took.

In reality, we still remain one of the strongest, but not being the strongest after reigning for so long hurts like hell. To make matters even more difficult, the annual mafia charity ball is nearing and we are no where near ready for that. All I we needed was a few more months to fix everything but we have the newly merged couples down our throats.

Flynn's stressed words force me out of a trance.

"You've got to be taking the piss." He rubs his hands over his face and leans into his chair. Fuck this must be bad. "What's the matter?" Seb asks. "They raided our Sutton unit. All £50 billion pounds are gone." Flynn sighs into his palms. "FUCK!" Seb slams his fist down on his keyboard.

"This wouldn't have happened if it weren't for you Nat." Seb rubs his nose bridge in frustration.

"It's all your fucking fault." He establishes again with fury bouncing around his eyes. "I heard you the first time." I pan to face my supposed best friend. They used to never get mad at me even if I did the most stupidest of shits. Never. I understand that this past week has been hard, it's been hard on all of us, but dwelling on the past when we can tamper with the future is a waste of time.

I can't even feel anything anymore. We just lost majority of our cash flow and I feel numb.

"You'd be a lot more useful if you'd stop smoking and actually help us with your mafia." Seb tosses my closed laptop to me on the ground. "Seb." Flynn's eyes dart towards him and scowls at his recent behaviour. "He's right." I blow another puff and begin logging in.