Bratva: Is Young Miss Natasha's Crush, Blind???

“Sam would’ve never been with you!” Belle yelled. “It’s only because you’re a Gunter’s daughter that he’s still with yo—" POW! Belle crashed to the floor with a cry. “You were saying?” Natasha asked calmly, her eyes empty except for the dangerous amusement glimmering within them. “I-I…” Belle fumbled over her words. Natasha clicked her tongue in annoyance. “Wasn’t she bragging earlier?” she asked lazily, glancing at her minions, Vivi and Nancy. “Shameless slut,” Nancy sneered. “You climbed into his bed and slept with him, then came to boast that you stole Nicholas from Natasha?” “Stole?” Natasha repeated softly before letting out a mocking laugh. She rose from her seat and walked toward Belle, who trembled on the ground. Natasha grabbed her chin tightly. “He isn’t even worth the dirt beneath my shoes,” she said coldly. “A cheating scum? Tsk. You can keep him.” She shoved Belle away before turning around and walking off, leaving Belle trembling in humiliation and rage. Downstairs, Natasha crossed her arms beneath her chest while students hurried past, quickly lowering their gazes the moment her eyes landed on them. “Natasha, I think you should’ve done worse to her,” Vivi said and Nancy hummed in agreement. “Nah.” Natasha shrugged lazily. “A slut like her isn’t worth my attention… or my beatings.” She paused before turning to them with a bored expression. “Why even care about her anyway?” The two girls nodded immediately. Natasha licked her lips before pulling out her phone from her bag, and a smile curled onto her lips at the sight on the screen. It was Nicholas: Shirtless....His wrists were tied to the ceiling while tears streamed down his face. “Y-You win!” he cried desperately. “Please let me go!” Natasha rolled her eyes in annoyance and tossed the phone back into her bag. “I’m not staying for lectures,” she said flatly and Nancy gasped. “You know your aunt is the professor! If she doesn’t see you, your father might—” “Hmm.” Natasha cut her off and continued walking toward the entrance. She stopped the moment her bike came into view. The X16.: A custom machine worth over thirty million. The sleek black body shimmered beneath the sunlight. Natasha slipped on her helmet, climbed onto the bike, and sped off without another word. “She left,” Nancy sighed in boredom. “Her aunt is definitely going to give us a hard time now,” Vivi groaned dramatically as she clung to Nancy’s arm. “Natasha is so scary,” she whispered, shivering slightly. “I know,” Nancy admitted. “Sometimes I just agree with whatever she says without thinking.” And Vivi stomped her foot against the floor. “I didn’t even prepare for the test! Her aunt is going to kill me with all that ‘be a better student’ nonsense.” Nancy snorted. “The Gunters are all terrifying. Mafia blood runs through their veins." But then she smiled softly. “Still… Natasha is a good friend.” Vivi nodded immediately. “Really? You dweebs actually think so?” A cold voice rang out behind them. Both girls flinched before turning around. Belle. Vivi’s expression twisted in disgust. “Wow. If it isn’t the slut herself.” Belle rolled her eyes. “Call me whatever you want. You two are even more pathetic than I am. Clinging to someone who sees you as nothing more than loyal little pawns.” Nancy’s eyes darkened instantly. “Petty insults won’t affect us,” she snapped coldly. “You should be grateful Natasha let you keep that pretty face of yours.” Belle instinctively touched her cheek, stumbling back slightly. “Bastards,” she muttered before storming away. Vivi hesitated before speaking softly. “What if she’s right? What if Natasha doesn’t see us as friends?” Nancy immediately pulled her arm away. “Don’t let that slut poison your mind,” she snapped. “Have you forgotten where we used to be before Natasha helped us?” Vivi lowered her gaze in guilt. “Sorry…” Nancy sighed before pulling her into a side hug. “Natasha is a go—” “Really?” Vivi interrupted sarcastically through her sniffles. Nancy burst out laughing. “Okay fine. We all know she’s evil.” Standing behind the wall, Belle watched the two girls laughing together. Her teeth clenched in anger as she gently touched her swollen cheek. “Natasha…” she muttered bitterly. “You’ll pay for this.” Hatred shimmered within her eyes, but the next second, a warm smile appeared on her face the moment she spotted a senior walking past. “Senior!” she called softly before jogging toward him. “I’m heading this way too.” The boy smiled and nodded politely, and Belle’s smile widened....Since Nicholas is done for, I’ll just cling to someone else. After all… I need to marry into wealth. “Senior,” she asked suddenly, tilting her head innocently, “do you have a girlfriend?” He froze slightly. “Girlfriend? No.” Belle gasped dramatically. “Really? But you’re so popular. I thought you’d definitely have one.” The senior chuckled. “I assume Nicholas is your boyfriend then?” Belle waved her hands immediately. “No, no! We aren’t together.” She sighed softly before lowering her gaze. “I did like him… but he was completely obsessed with Natasha.” and forced out a helpless smile. “And you know how Natasha is… nobody can rival her.” Her words sounded harmless, yet subtly painted Natasha as a possessive and prideful girl. MEANWHILE. Natasha stood silently on the rooftop of a building. Binoculars rested against her eyes. Her gaze remained fixed on a particular restaurant below, when. Zip Zip She gritted her teeth and immediately pulled out her phone. It was a voice note. “Miss, we lost him! He’s heading toward Greenland Peak!” Hearing that, Natasha’s smile widened dangerously. “I’ll just stay here for a while and enjoy the view,” she murmured, but as she peered through the binoculars again, her brows furrowed. “Where did he go?” she thought, as Irritation flashed across her face. She angrily ripped the binoculars away from her eyes and smashed them against the rooftop floor. “Nicholas,” she muttered darkly, “you’re so dead.” She turned and walked toward the rooftop exit. Night had already begun to settle over the city. Greenland Peak was still far away. Natasha increased the speed of her bike before finally slowing down at the sight before her. Nicholas!! He was crouched against the wall, panting heavily, his body covered in blood and bruises. “I really shouldn’t have dated her,” he muttered fearfully, trembling as memories of the torture inside her father’s underground prison flashed through his mind. Suddenly....Tap. He felt someone touch his shoulder. “Leave me the fvck alo—” His words died instantly, as Natasha stood before him, her brows furrowed slightly. Before he could even apologize... BAM! Her leg slammed directly into his face. Nicholas felt the world spin violently before crashing onto the ground, blood pouring from his nose. “W-Wait!” he cried desperately, stretching his arm toward her . “We can break up like normal adults! You don’t have to kill me!” Natasha clicked her tongue in annoyance. “Nicholas,” she sneered, “did you really think you could cheat on me and walk away peacefully?” She crouched in front of him slowly. “I’m not some pathetic pushover who cries herself to sleep after betrayal.” Her eyes darkened coldly “I fight back.” Her boot suddenly slammed into his chin and Nicholas collapsed onto the pavement with a scream....Natasha stared down at him before stepping onto his pinky finger. CRACK. “AHHHHH!” “I’m sorry! Please!” he sobbed loudly. “I swear I’ll never do it again!” Natasha tilted her head slightly. “Do what again?” Then suddenly....her hand grabbed his p***s Nicholas froze and her grip tightened slowly. “AHH— Natasha, please!” he screamed desperately. Natasha only blinked innocently. “Oh?” she mused softly. “Did I touch a sensitive spot?” Nicholas trembled violently beneath her. “Fvcking b***h…” he cursed weakly. Natasha smiled beautifully. “That’s what I wanted to hear.” Then she grabbed his injured hand again. “This,” she whispered coldly, “is for every girl you’ve hurt before.” CRACK! “AHHHHHHH!” His scream echoed through the dark street. Natasha immediately covered his mouth the moment she noticed someone approaching nearby. Tap. Tap. Tap. A guiding stick gently struck against the pavement. Natasha froze, her eyes slowly widened. “Terrance…” she called softly. The male stopped walking immediately. “Is… someone there?” he asked quietly, Nicholas opened his mouth, about to scream for help, but Natasha struck the back of his neck instantly, he collapsed unconscious. Silence filled the street...Not hearing a response, so Terrance continued walking slowly, his guiding stick tapping softly against the ground. Natasha shoved Nicholas aside carelessly before following behind Terrance with a smile on her face. She slipped a chocolate candy into her mouth absentmindedly. The empty street no longer mattered, her entire focus was on him. When Terrance finally reached his apartment building, he slowly climbed the stairs carefully. Natasha leaned silently against the entrance door downstairs, staring at him like she had just seen God himself. Her gaze slowly traveled over him....His collarbone., his lips, his nose, and the dark sunglasses resting over his eyes. “Aah…” she thought dreamily. “Those lips would taste heavenly.” She stepped closer, inches away from his face.Her fingers slowly lifted toward him, almost touching his nose, but then she stopped herself. Natasha quickly shook her head. “Control yourself,” she whispered. Terrance gently inserted his key into the keyhole. Click. The door opened...Natasha nearly lost her balance from leaning against it and accidentally made a small creaking sound. She froze instantly, because Terrance had suddenly turned directly toward her hiding spot. Natasha’s eyes widened slightly. “He can even sense me…” she thought excitedly, biting her fingernail softl, her heart melted....Terrance slowly stepped closer. Then.. RING. The telephone suddenly rang loudly, Natasha snapped out of her thoughts immediately. She watched as Terrance slowly reached toward the wall, tracing it carefully with his fingers while searching for the phone. Natasha quietly walked over, picked up the receiver, and gently guided it into his hand..their fingertips brushed softly. Terrance froze and a faint frown appeared on his face. “Is some—” “Hello?” the caller’s voice interrupted him through the receiver, Terrance paused before answering calmly. The call ended shortly after. He returned the phone before quietly heading upstairs toward his room, his hand gliding against the wall for guidance. Natasha locked the apartment door behind her and followed after him silently. Terrance entered his room first. He placed down his guiding stick before slowly pulling his shirt over his head. Natasha, who was already sitting comfortably on his bed, stared shamelessly. “Wow…” she whispered. “He’s ripped." As his toned muscles glimmered beneath the room light. Terrance reached for his belt and Natasha’s eyes widened in anticipation, but suddenly...his head snapped directly toward her. She froze completely. Terrance stared silently in her exact direction for several long seconds. Then slowly looked away and entered the bathroom....The shower soon began running. Natasha released the breath she had been holding. “Bastard,” she cursed Nicholas silently. “He almost ruined my reputation.” BZZT. Her phone vibrated, Natasha answered quietly. “Daddy.” A displeased grunt echoed from the other side. “Shouldn’t you have stalked him like a normal person?” Don Solvello asked tiredly. Natasha pouted immediately. “I did.” She mumbled, and a smile slowly curled onto her lips. “I only followed him home, checked his hospital records, killed his annoying neighbor… and kidnapped his ex.”