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

43 - Seduced

The smell of the swamp was enough to turn anyone's nose up in disgust as the putrid smell of damp and heat mixed together swarmed through the air which was enough to make Natasha want to run away and hide in the house but here she was, speaking to Dutch about nothing in particular. She kept asking him about the jobs he wanted doing but he kept stalling it, coming up with random questions such as what her favourite type of music was or what her childhood was like and what happened to her parents. It was very draining because then she would have to ask him the same questions back... even if she knew all the answers anyway.

"Dutch, why are you really speaking to me?" She asked him finally, wanting the straight honest truth about the matter. Her question made him chuckle and look down at the strong-willed woman, a look of innocence on his face. "Can't I ask a fellow gang member about their lives?"

Natasha looked away from him, somewhat feeling guilty incase he took offence. "No, you can its just... I'm still waiting for you to talk to me about the job or score?" She said slowly, walking with her hands tucked behind her back, stepping over the crayfish holes in the surrounding are that was on the outskirts of camp.

Dutch scratched at his chin and cleared his throat. "Well, truthfully Miss, I just wanted your company." He nodded, no sign of nervousness within him at all. His confidence was admirable, something she wished she had. Well, she was confident in doing jobs, just not so much at talking to people normally. If she needed to put on an act she could.

She was surprised by his answer but just nodded her head, moving her hands to play with the ends of her long braid. "Oh, well, that's very kind of you." She smiled up at her leader but it faltered slightly as they both stopped, him standing in front of her with his hands crossed over his chest.

"Do you remember what I said to you at Clemens point? When we were being entranced by the lake?"

She did remember, she just didn't want to say it. She knew where this was going and she was not ready for it at all. She had seen his charm on Mary-Beth and Molly but this, this was something she didn't expect to happen to her.

She gulped a little, nodding her head in confirmation. "I do, Dutch." She said meekly, her boot digging into the ground as she struggled to maintain eye contact with him for much longer.

"And you do know that I mean what I said?" He said softly, one of his arms dropping from his chest, reaching out his hand and placing it on her own forearm, drawing small and delicate circles on her sun-kissed skin.

She dropped her gaze, watching his thumb do its work on her skin, an odd feeling hitting her stomach. She glanced to the side, seeing if anyone was watching but nobody was to be seen. "I t-think so Dutch." She was overcome with nerves, not feeling brave enough to push him away not matter him uncomfortable she was feeling. She could have done it with anyone else but she couldn't with Dutch, she felt as though if she did, it would cause a hindrance in camp and it may result in her being thrown out in fact.

Dutch took a bold move and took a step forward towards her, his hand lifting from her arm, all the way past her shoulders and onto her cheek. She let out a shaky breath, his fingertips were icy cold despite the humid weather. She shuddered under his touch which seemed to have riled him up as his other arm took a hold of her waist, ever so gently. "There is something about you, Miss Fiore. Something phenomenal." He breathed, his breath smelling of cigars.

She stared ahead of her, her eyes landing directly on his red waistcoat as he was taller than her by a head or so. She licked her lips and nodded, closing her eyes. "Thank you."

Dutch analysed her, smirking at her vulnerability as if it was something adorable to him. He didn't know she was uncomfortable, he just thought she was overcome by his charms.