Bad Blood // Micah Bell (Red Dead Redemption 2 Story)

36 - Wet, Wet and more Wet

"Your daddy didn't sound like a nice man."

Natasha nodded her head in agreement, resting her chin on the top of her knee. "He really wasn't. He had a good job, a nice wife and two loving kids and he just went rogue. Money and power got to his mind. Money drives fools crazy as you well know." Natasha shrugged, pulling out some pieces of the grass she was sat on whilst Micah leaned his back against the wooden shack, his legs stretched out in front of him. "Anyway, it's your turn. Tell me about your family.

Micah scoffed slightly, crossing his arms over his chest. "Well, I was born to Micah Bell Jr." He smirks lightly, Natasha instantly looking up at him with a shocked expression.

"You're Micah Bell... the third?"

"That's me."

"Not very creative is it?" She sniggered, wiping the smirk immediately of his face as she sits forward slightly, tilting his white hat up to look her more in the eye as he spoke, something he like to do with everyone to show either dominance or to make sure he has people's attention.

"Yeah well at least my name isn't Natasha Flower." He snapped back, trying to insult her but she rolled her eyes and swatted her hand to gesture for him to continue.

"Anyway... it was just me, my father and my brother. Amos." He goes on, slightly lowering his voice at the sound of his brother's name.

"Didn't realise you had a brother." She said, slightly intrigued. She knew he didn't really open up to anyone about his personal life, but she found it humbling to hear that he did in fact had a family and wasn't alone all his life.

"Amos is his name. A coward. Never really liked him. Or even his wife for that matter. He lives over in California now with his wife and two kids. By the sea. Makes me sick. Who the fuck would want to live by the sea? What kind of man would want that?"

As Natasha listened to him rant, she noticed that there was more than just anger in his voice. In fact, some may say he even sounded jealous of his brother.

"I think living by the sea would be pretty nice..." She said softly, obviously not wanting to upset Micah, but she understood why some people would live by the sea.

"Pfft, why?" He asked, rolling his eyes at her.

"Just think it would be nice. Looking out a window and seeing the waves crash against the shore and watch the sun rise and set... just seems lovely." She said timidly, knowing that Micah would berate her for her answer but was surprised when he didn't speak or laugh at her. Instead he looked to the left towards the large lake and swamps and nodded towards it. "What's wrong with a place like this?" He asked.

"You mean murky waters filled with alligators? I think you can answer that." She laughed, shuddering at the thought of the gators and even living in a place like this forever. "Anyway, why don't you like Amos?" She asked him, knowing he was trying to change the conversation, but she wasn't going to let him get off that easily.

"Never did. Had to look after him whilst my pa... well, y'know." He nodded weakly, insinuating his father was dead.

"How?" She asked. If she opened up to him about her killing her own father, then surely he should open up about his.

"Same way we all go as outlaws. Hanged."

Natasha looked at him as he reached into his pants pocket, palling out a folded piece of paper. "This is a letter from Amos that I received maybe a month or two ago. Makes me hate him even more."

Natasha looked down to the letter in his hand, unsure whether she could ask to read it or not, but she watched as he shakily lifted his arm, holding the letter out to her.