
Part 5: Natasha
Natasha sashayed through the lobby of the hotel she had just checked into. It was the same hotel she knew the León family frequented when they gathered. She wanted to keep her enemies as close as possible.
All eyes were on her and she smirked as she approached the bar. The bartender quickly noticed her and asked her what drink she requested. Natasha ordered here drink when a hand fell on her shoulder. The touch was light and she could not make out who was behind her, but something felt familiar. She tilted her head upward and sniffed the air around her. Now she knew exactly who was behind her.
She could recognized the distinct smell of his cologne. Natasha slowly turned around, with Bash’s hand still on her shoulder. She flashed an evil, yet playful smile at him. Bash slowly traced his hand across her shoulder, up her throat, smiled back at her and squeezed his right hand around her neck. She showed no sign of suffering so he pressed harder. Her lips continued to hold its smirk when Bash decided to squeeze his long, brown fingers harder against her throat. He knew he was cutting off her airway, but Natasha was no normal woman. To her, this was all a game.
Natasha stared into Bash’s eyes when suddenly she was holding a small knife she kept under her skirt against his throat. She could slit his throat at that very moment if she wanted, but she loved the thrill of the moment. Natasha wanted a fight.
Bash began to laugh as he removed his hand from around Natasha’s neck. Tasha was something else. He knew she wasn’t afraid of anything, especially not him. But, that didn’t change the fact that he was still going to try his best to kill her. That was, afterall, his one and only concern.
The bartender placed the drink beside Natasha on the bar. She turned her back to Bash and began to drink. Bash spoke first, “You want me to kill you. I don’t have a problem with that.”
Natasha finished her drink and laughed out loud at him. “You couldn’t kill me on your best day and you know it.”
Bash leaned in closer to her ear, he pushed her high ponytail to the side and said through his teeth, “I won’t kill you now. But you’re going to wish I had.” He let go.
Natasha turned around in her seat after about six seconds of silence. Bash had completely vanished from her sight. She was ready to prove herself to him, she was determined to kill him. “I love games.” She said to herself as she rose from her seat and walked out of the hotel’s restaurant.
Sasha and Rob sat in silence as they contemplated their next moves. Rob was sending his cousin, Bash, a text to find out where he would be going. Rob needed to know his every move if he was going to help his cousin kill his wife’s sister. He loved his wife and would do anything to protect her.
Sasha explained to Rob that Natasha was only in town with the sole purpose of killing her. She was not afraid of her sister, but she also knew how much of a savage her sister could be. Sasha left the living room and walked upstairs to her bedroom. She decided a shower would help her think more clearly. She wasn’t afraid to leave Rob alone downstairs because the house was on lockdown. If anyone wanted to get to them they would have to go through not only the security as the gate, but also a security checkpoint a mile away from their home.
Growing up, Sasha witnessed the extent of cruelty of her father. In the shower Sasha began to remember the things she had seen as a child. She specifically remembered an occasion in which one of her father’s men dropped off money three days late. Instead of showing anger, Al reached for a machete next to the fireplace of her childhood home and watched from a staircase above as her father chopped off two of the man’s fingers.
She recalled as the mental image of her father tossing the two fingers into the lit fireplace burst into flames. The man pleaded and begged her father not to do it, but Al had the same smirk in his face that Natasha sometimes bore.
Sasha exited the shower. She walked through the open space of her bathroom and went into her closet. She began to dress when she discovered something shiny in the corner to her right. It was a small golden box.
She opened the box and inside it was a buffalo coin. Sasha’s heart began to race because that coin represented something even she wasn’t prepared for.