Ganster's Squad

Chapter 2: Speak about art.

As usual, Maite was in the van, furiously typing away to gain access to the surveillance cameras. The rest of the girls were strategically spread throughout the museum.

Natasha blended in as a regular visitor, having ditched her usual black leather attire.

"You should've worn something else, like pink, or something more vibrant instead of a plain black suit," Angie said through her earpiece, clearly disappointed in Natasha's fashion choices.

Natasha scoffed. "I don't do colours. I'm not a freaking rainbow."

"Girls, this is some serious security level. I can barely access the codes to the surveillance cameras," Maite warned. This was going to be a problem; they needed everything under control, including the cameras.

"Shit. Becky, use the glasses. Try to see if there are any moving sensors connected to the walls," Natasha ordered, her voice tense.

"On it," Becky replied. "And Natasha, next time, maybe consider a splash of colour. You know, for morale."

Natasha rolled her eyes. "I'll wear a clown suit next time, just for you."

Becky put on her glasses and took a glass of champagne from one of the waitresses. "I'm going into the next room."

Natasha glanced at the Mona Lisa painting and smirked. How naive of them to believe it was the real deal. She was one of the few who knew the real painting had been sold on the black market for an astronomical amount. As she turned around, she collided with a hard chest.

"I didn't peg you as an art lover," the man in front of her said, his smile revealing the dimples that haunted her dreams.

Angie shook her head as she walked into another room. "Careful, Nat. He's the Bangtan leader."

"I know. Shit." Natasha murmured under her breath, low enough for him not to hear. If he was there, it meant they were after the diamond too. She had to keep him close and find out what he was after. Deciding to play along, she smiled at him and wrapped her arm around his.

"Well, I do appreciate beauty," she said, her voice dripping with charm. "And what brings you here, Mr. Art Enthusiast?"

He chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down her spine. "Just admiring the view," he replied, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her heart race.

Natasha's mind raced. She needed to find out his intentions without giving away her own. "How about we admire the view together?" she suggested, her grip on his arm tightening slightly.

"Lead the way," he said, his smile never wavering.

"Last time we met, we didn't have a chance to introduce ourselves. I'm Natasha."

"I'm Namjoon." He smiled back at her. When he found out who she truly was, he was more than shocked to see her there. Being the head of the Phoenix gang, he didn't expect to see her at the museum. When he had free time, he would always visit the museums just to learn more about art; it was something that made him appreciate all kinds of beauty that existed. He couldn't stop wondering what she was doing there.

"Do you like art?" he asked her as they moved to another painting.

"Yes, I do. I'm more into statues rather than paintings."

"I think paintings are more beautiful. They capture the soul of the painter better than a statue."

"I agree with you there, yet statues are more realistic. You can see each fiber and every small detail on a statue rather than a painting. Come with me," she said, leading him to a marble statue of a Greek goddess.