Ganster's Squad

Chapter 22: Who are you?

Natasha was still in the bar counting the day's earnings. The music was playing quietly on the background when she heard punches in the entrance door. She cursed under her breath and yanked the door opened. When she saw Hoseok she rolled her eyes.

"Great. Exactly what I needed, you again. What do you want now?" Natasha turned her back at him and marched to the bar to pour herself a drink. "Want something to drink?" she asked him dryly.

"We got attacked today." Hoseok was trying really hard to stay in control, he didn't want to hit a girl.

"Hmm. How is that my problem exactly?" she asked in a dry voice.

"Someone put a hit on Namjoon because of you."

Natasha choked on her drink and looked at him through teary eyes. "Come again?"

"Someone attacked us because you came close to Namjoon. You need to leave him alone."

Natasha threw the glass to a wall, glass shattering in pieces. Hoseok took a step back. Her rage was scaring him. "First of all, I'm not doing shit, you talk to Namjoon about this. Secondly, I will take care of this. The fuck they think they are?"

Hoseok saw her take the gun under the counter and stormed out. He went after her. He grabbed her by the arm and spin her around so she can face him. "You're not going alone."

"Gee, thanks. Your sudden interest in me, makes my heart all warm and fuzzy. Get the hell out of my face."

"You're not going anywhere. We don't even know where to start." Hoseok sighted. "We don't know who they are."

"I don't have to. Give me thirty minutes and I'll make the town rain blood."

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"You don't get it do you? I'm not someone they can mess with." She said, her eyes getting bigger as she waived her gun around. "Putting a mark on Namjoon? Dick move. I'll rip their throats out with my bare hands if I have to. Nobody threatens my people."

Hoseok stared at her in shock. "Since when are we your people?"

Natasha shook her head; she was calmer now. "You are my people until you piss me off."

"You like Namjoon." He whispered.

"I don't know." Natasha went back to the bar, pouring herself another glass. "Look, I'm no expert, I don't know what I'm feeling. I'm attracted to him. I guess I might like him a little."

Hoseok shrugged and sat next to her. He might've judged her too soon. By the way she was about to storm out, she really cared about him. That was something he respected. Still, he could never be too careful. Feeling that she was more like Namjoon, he had to give her an advice. "You need to let him in."

"What?" Natasha raised her eyebrow.

"If you like him, you need to let him know you."

"Weren't you jealous or something?"

"You grew on me just now. You don't have to do anything; we'll take care of it. I'm sorry I've came here."

"No. Don't be. I need to know these stuff. I need to know what is going on in my city. It seems that the gangs had started to think on their own. I'll need to make them scream little bit more." Hoseok looked at her curiously. "You have no idea who I am, do you?" she said with a wicked smile on her face. "I'm the ultimate gang leader, darling. What I say it goes. Go home, don't tell anyone. I will make sure everyone leaves you alone."

"What are you planning on doing?"

Natasha just smiled at him and rushed him out of the bar.

All the way home Hoseok thought about Natasha. She was scarier than he thought she was. He wondered what the hell was she on about. Did she really run the city? If she did, why didn't they know?

When Woosung caught a word that around thirty women were kidnapped and about to be sold on the black market, he was about to lose his mind. No amount of hard investigation drew any suspects. All the trails he had turned out to be dead ends. He had to find the only person he knew it would help his case. So now, he found himself waiting for Natasha in a coffee shop.

Natasha entered the coffee shop and ordered a strong espresso. Her head was hurting, and she had so much work to do. She took her drink and sat opposite of Woosung.

"You look like a truck hit you."

"I feel like it. What can I do for you?" Woosung rose his eyebrow and she shrugged. "You didn't call me here to ask about my day. Shoot."

"Do you remember how we met?" Woosung asked.

Natasha smiled. "How could I forget? You came searching for the scumbag of my former boss."

"We still haven't found him."

"And you never will."

"Is this a confession?"

"Does it look like I'm confessing to you?" Natasha stopped with her cup mid air and arched an eyebrow.

"You could. It will help me solve this case."

"Decide what you want. You want to close the case, or keep everyone in check? Those two go hand in hand."

"I have more pressured things at the moment."

"What happened?"

Woosung gave her a file with the entire case. Names, dates and witnesses. "Nobody talks. If we don't do anything about it, they will be sold and we won't be able to find them."

Natasha looked at the girls pictures, so young and carefree. How could this happen, especially in her town? Did the gangs forgot who ruled them all? She sighted. "I'll take care of it."

"I need the person who ordered this. It needs to be legal."

"I know you play by the books."

"But...?"

"But I'm going to bent them a little bit. The head is mine. You can have the rest. Is that working out for you?"

Woosung sighted. "It's still better than nothing. How soon?"

"Give me tonight to spread the news. I'll call you when shit is about to hit the fan."

"Make sure you don't involve innocents."

Natasha rolled her eyes. "It ain't my first rodeo, cowboy."

Woosung burst out laughing. "Fine. Be careful ok? I don't want to see your dead body in a morgue."

"Nobody came that close to me. What the hell, I promise I'll be safe."