Nate and I were in the gym doing the self defense lessons I requested. "Okay so what do you do to get out of this hold?" Nate asked. He had my arms pulled together and he held them there in a gentle but hard way. I shut my eyes and did the move he had taught me earlier — easily getting out of his grasp.
"Come on, give me something hard." I taunted with a smile. He smirked and swiped my feet out beneath me, getting on top of me and pinning me to the ground. "Okay so I guess you did give me something hard. In two places."
"Shush," he said with a cheeky grin. "Get out of this." I started to struggle and try to push him off, but it just seemed impossible. "You've got this Natalie." I closed my eyes and ran through the training and with a quick, swift motion Nate was off of me.
"Yes!" I exclaimed while standing up to do a little happy dance. "I'm the superior being. I beat Nate." I sung out while dancing around him.
He swiped my legs again and got back on top of me, a look of passion running through his blue eyes. His fingers started to trace my sport bras elastic part — his fingers and hands quickly going under, so he had a handful of boob. "Come on, get me off." He said in a husky voice. His other hand went to my leggings, which he quickly went inside of. He started playing with the line of my thong, teasingly. "Come on baby. Get me off."
I repeated the moves from before and pushed him off. "You're too flirty for training," I stated while getting onto his lap. "But I like it." I gently pressed my lips onto his neck, trailing kisses up to his jaw and then lips. My fingers ran their ways across his abs, making him smile against the kiss.
Nate pulled away and frowned. "Back to work." I stood up and started to stretch my back. "Now I'm gonna teach you some moves to hurt your attacker. Obviously if it's a guy, the groan area is the best spot to hit them. But come here and punch me in the chest." I walked over and punched him in his chest, causing him to chuckle.
"What? Is my punch too powerful." I giggled as he shook his head no.
"It felt like a feather fell on me," he said, making me pout. "You need a better form, if your form is better the punch will be more effective. Understand?" I nodded as he showed me the correct form and we started practicing on a punching bag.
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"Cupcake cut it out." Nate said as he turned back to his phone. I had been trying to get him to cuddle me, so as of right now I was trying to seduce him into cuddles. "I need to do this, we can snuggle later."
"B-But I wanna cuddle with my boyfriend now," I pouted. I started kissing his neck from the back causing him to grab my arm and pull me away from him.
"Natalie," he started. "You need to stop. I have to do this, it's important." I nodded and flopped back down against the bed. Since the attack last night Nate had been on edge every hour of the day and it made me feel uneasy. After training I found him hiding a few guns around the house and he had people here increasing the cameras around the property and inside.
Nate's phone started ringing, making him walk outside onto his terrace and answer. "Find out!" He yelled, causing me to pay attention to his conversation. "I want to know who it is by the end of the night. Or there will be severe consequences — don't make me involve your kids in this Dante." He paused as he listened to the guy on the other line. "I want my 50 grand by tonight as well. Don't forget I know where your 'safe' house is. I won't hesitate to go there and take care of your family. So get me what I want and we don't have a problem, okay?"
He walked back inside and I started over at him, suddenly feeling afraid of my own boyfriend. "What did you mean by take care of his family?" I questioned quietly.
"It doesn't concern you," he snapped quickly. "Don't worry about my business. I do what I do and you don't question it."
"Nate," I started while running my hand through my hair. "You just threatened someone's kids. You're fucking crazy if you think I would let you hurt an innocent kid or family member." He walked over and gently pushed me back against the bed, pinning my hands above my head.
His lips hit my neck, sending chills down my spine. "I do what I have to. If I have to take his family hostage to get my money I will." He said while running his fingers along my chest. "I'm a gang leader. Not a Boy Scout leader."
"If you ever hurt a little kid or an innocent wife I couldn't see you the same ever again." I stated, "they're little kids. Don't hurt them because you want to hurt someone else."
"Natalie don't worry about my fucking business." I pushed his hands off of me and sat up. "I do what the fuck I want, understand me?"
"I will never forgive you." I said before strolling out of the room. I went down the hallway to mine and Emma's room, seeing the door was open a crack. I walked in and saw her sitting on her bed typing on her computer. "Hey."
"Nice hickey," she said with a sly smirk. I chuckled and playfully rolled my eyes. "You okay after everything that's been going on?"
"Not really, Ive been constantly scared." I said quietly. "I just want to know who this guy is. And what does he want? Like will this ever stop — or are we going to be in constant danger for our lives?"
"I mean hopefully one day it stops," she said. "I don't want Tyler apart of this forever. I want to be safe and have our family be safe. Which includes you and Nate of course." I smiled slightly while sitting down on my bed. "There is no way we're letting them stay in this forever or letting our kids take over this way of life."
"Yeah there is no way my kids will be apart of a gang," I said. "No way in hell." Emma nodded and I put a movie on to relax.
I was very nervous after hearing Nate's phone call, but I wouldn't let him to anything to that family. And if he did I wouldn't ever forgive him.

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Bad Boy's Girl
RomanceNatalie Andrews is no where near popular, she blends in with the crowd causing no commotion. Unlike her twin brother, Tyler, who is the center of attention. Her only friend is named Emma Johnson. For years before high school started, Nate Anderson...