Ganster's Squad

Chapter 67: Natasha's back.

Natasha came back. She wasn't entirely happy about it. She wasn't happy about the fact that she didn't get from GD what she wanted, and that was for him to sign those divorce papers so she can go on with her life. She didn't have anything to reproach him. He was a perfect gentleman, a kind person, and he never asked her to do something she didn't want to. Also, he had the patience of a saint. But there was no fire between them, no passion, no feelings. She had tried to rekindle their relationship, mostly because she own it to herself and to him. He was the only one that actually helped her when she was stuck in the literal hell with his father.

She came back from Greece more relaxed, more easy going. She hoped that was a permanent change. She was at the bar, sitting at a table far away from praying eyes. She wasn't worried that they would recognize her, it was hard to. For once, she was wearing white pants and a white shirt. She also cut her hair, which was now at shoulder length. She quickly scanned the place, and it felt lifeless to her. The music was playing, some girls were dancing, but something felt differently. Maybe her place was no longer there, or maybe, the place was missing her. She liked to think that, that they missed her. She threw a glance at her friends, they seemed a bit off. Namjoon wasn't even smiling. She put the blame on herself, she had stolen his smile and she didn't like it.

She had seen enough for one day, even though she wasn't satisfied with her new resolution. Natasha knew her friends were hurt by her distance, her sister told her that much. Not to mention that Kara asked her to come back. That and the fact that Shownu actually told her that Namjoon was on a suicide mission, thing that upset her the most. How could he give up his life? She was heartbroken too, still, she chose life every day. There were times when she physically couldn't handle what was going on in her life, but to give up on her life, was not option. Not that she didn't think of it.

She left the bar going out through the back door. She couldn't risk for Minho to see her. Not then at least. She was too caught up in her thoughts to realize she had reached the bad part of the town. The part where the lowlifes were living, trying to scrape whatever they could for their own survival. A man suddenly appeared in her face. Natasha smiled and turned around, only to bump into another one.

"Are you lost little princess?" The man in front asked.

She scoffed. "As if." She took a few more steps, when he pushed her in the wall.

"You got to be kidding me." She hissed.

The two men laughed. "Baby girl, you're on the wrong side of the town."

Natasha rolled her eyes. "I'm only going to say this once. You know, before you start chocking on your own teeth."

The men laughed. "What is that little princess?"

"Get out of my face before I knock you out." She said through gritted teeth. She was counting to ten in her mind, to keep her composure.

"Baby girl, you're funny." He got closer to her and stroke her cheek. "Your skin is so soft."

"Well, you ain't be touching me." She grabbed his arm and shoved him in the wall. With her foot, she kicked the other man in the chest, causing him to fall to the ground. She turned him around and headbutted him. "I'm not your baby girl." She hissed before she snapped his neck. Once he was on the ground, she turned her attention to the other man. "I hate being called a princess." She hit the man in the chest. The man was groaning in pain, holding his stomach in a fetus position. "Do I look like I'm a fucking princess to you?" She grabbed him by his hands and forced him to stand up.

"Please. Don't kill me." He begged her through the waves of pain he was feeling.

"You messed with the wrong girl dumb ass." She punched him in the face. "Get the fuck out of my face."