seven souls seven sins - Chapter 23: Chapter 23

Natasha's pov:
I hear Flynn downstairs.
That definitely will stir up some tension between my biological brothers and him. Although I'm not mentally able to go through that again. I need to stop worrying about the future even if it is just mere minutes away. Right now I'm taking a warm, steamy shower and currently it's the best thing that has happened to me today.
Maybe something better is to come later..
I gracefully yet hurriedly turn off the water and step out of the shower. The cold air hits my body and I shiver a little bit due to the instant change in temperature. I dry my hair and wrap a white heated towel around my body. I step into my fluffy pink sliders and I walk out into my walk-in wardrobe. There, I pick out a pair of red plaid pyjama bottoms and a graphic white cropped t-shirt.
I put my hair into a messy bun and tie back on my wrists all my bracelets that I have accumulated over the years. There are many stories from each one and they all have a special place within my heart. I open the door and I see Flynn and Xavier both in my room. I could practically see the steam coming out of Xavier's ears whilst Flynn's forehead furrowed deeper than before. My eyes dart between the both of them.
Something was bound to go wrong if I don't do something about it.
Trust me I was happy that Flynn was here but I am quite confused on how he just showed up. I didn't invite him. Did someone else? Did something happen in the mafia? I was only gone for a few moments, surely nothing could've happened right? RIGHT? By the time I gather my chaotic thoughts together, both of their gazes are directly focused on me.
"You have a guest." Xavier grits through his teeth whilst his eyes remain on Flynn.
"Thanks Xavier." I make a small gesture for him to leave my room. "No funny business." He warns. "Yea whatever." Flynn replies passive aggressively. Xavier's eyes dart between mine and Flynn. He mouths to me "I trust you." I nod to him and he reluctantly leaves my room.
Took him long enough.
As soon as the door slams shut I immediately ask Flynn what he was doing here. "Your brother invited me." He replies nonchalantly. Huh? Is he mad at me? What did I do wrong now? "Which one?" I ask him whilst giving him the same energy. "The one from the pier." He answers me whilst looking at his phone.
Wait, what the actual fuck?
"Vincent asked you to come over?" I repeat back. "Yea that one." He dryly responds. What the hell? Vincent did this? It was a kind gesture from him, albeit, but it was an unregular one. Flynn is acting as if he was forced to be here. Strange. Flynn doesn't act like this unless something was bothering him. Or someone. I dismiss the idea and sit on my chair. I whip out my phone to check on the warehouse plan for next Saturday.
It was near perfect.
Most of my raiders have already filled out their designated forms to participate. I was only waiting for three more then I could commence with phase 2. Flynn was still on his phone. It looks as if he's texting someone but who knows? "Are you coming for the raid next week?" I ask him with a hopeful smile spread across my face. He takes a moment before switching his gaze from his phone to me.
"Obviously."
"Good to know." I reply with a smile trying to lighten up the mood. "Is everything alright?" I ask getting a bit perturbed. "Yeah, why wouldn't it be?" He rebuttals back. "Oh no reason, you just look a bit agitated that's all." I mutter back. I can sense the discomfort shifting around in his eyes. "Sorry Tash, it's been a long day love." He replies nonchalantly. "You didn't have to come over you know?" I countered back.
That came out sassier than I had intended.
"I wouldn't want to miss another day with you and leave you here." I let out a miniature nod. "It's not that bad here ya-know?" I defend. "Doesn't seem like it." He rolls his eyes. I dismiss his abnormal behaviour. In order to flip the tension in the room I ask Flynn to watch something on the tv with me. Nothing could go wrong right? right? He agrees but doesn't seem as interested as he would usually be.
Somethings strange.
This isn't him. This isn't the usual Flynn that everyone's used to. Something is bothering him and I will get to the bottom of it. I turn on Netflix and switch to our favourite tv show Brooklyn 99. He sits on my bed with me and his head rests on my backboard whilst I lean on his hard chest. We're currently on season four, the halloween episode. One of my favourite annual heists to watch. One of our favourites.
The episode was almost finished but when I turn to see Flynn, he wasn't watching with me. Instead, he was on his phone. Again.
Oh hell no. I was done with him. I was done with this ignorance. I was officially pissed the fuck off. I get off of him and stand up beside my bed. He obviously notices this and asks "Is there something wrong princess?" He asks with concern. Oh please, does this man really have the nerve to say this to me?
"What has gotten into you Flynn?" I finally scoff loud enough for him to hear. I swear to god, he's diagnosed with sassy-man syndrome or something. His gaze reaches my figure. He gets off my bed to stand next to me and he straightens his posture. He towers over me, casting a shadow upon my face.
6ft versus 5ft.
"Do you really want to know Tash? Do you really want to fucking know? Hm?" He raises his voice. He brings his hand to his head and I flinch a little. He glances at my spasm and his eyes immediately change from furrowed to soft. Within that second the Flynn I knew returned. He starts "Tash-" Oh hell no. "Save it. It's fine I don't need to know." I interrupt him quietly.
I was as frozen as a pack of peas in a freezer.
I never knew he could lose his temper like that especially in-front of me. Why did he snap at me like that? I could sense the guilt dripping out of him. Flynn knew about my past with him. Flynn knew about what he used to do to me. Flynn knew how I would react but still did it anyway. "Please Tash just let me explain." He pleads with me.
I could feel water forming within my eyes.
I hated being such a crybaby but I couldn't help it when someone shouted at me or even raised their voice. I have this stupid phobia because of him. He takes my silence as a yes and begins "Look Tash I really didn't want to say this, especially not now but Seb and I have received news that you aren't going to like very much." He manages to finish all within the same breath.
Huh? What could it be? It couldn't be that bad, unless..
"I don't care. Just get it over with." I bellowed furiously. The anger was just flowing out of me since it was mixed with fear. "Rumour has it that, Charles Harper is bailing you know who out." He blurts out. I know exactly who Flynn is talking about. My heart rate pace quickens and my throat blocks out any oxygen from reaching my lungs. Flynn could sense what was happening and he immediately pulls me into his chest. My breaths get deeper and heavier.
no.No.NO.
"Shh, shh, your alright Tash, breathe with me mk?" Flynn repeats in a soothing voice. He reassures me again "Don't worry, we can work it out. We won't let him get out, ever. You're safe princess, you've nothing to worry about alright." He whispers softly into my ear trying to calm me down. My grip on him tightens, not wanting to let go.
It was bizarre how mere moments ago, I was ready to punch him but now I don't want to leave him.
That's what best-friends are for. I understood why he didn't want to tell me. He knew that I wouldn't have a good reaction to the news and my outburst only proved his point. Flynn and Seb truly do know me better than anyone else and I wouldn't change that for the world. Flynn rubs my back gently to soothe me.
Deep breaths. 'In and out, in and out' I repeat to myself.
We stay in this position for a few moments before we detach from one another. He can't be back, I won't let it happen. Flynn abruptly says "If it makes you feel better, we can send over a few missiles to their Delaware warehouse?" Flynn's suggestion makes my heart melt with delight. "It would thank you." I manage to sniffle out.
Satisfaction filled my void.
I didnt hate the American mafia itself, but the people who controlled it. Specifically Damien. or otherwise known as him. Damien and I used to date. He transferred to my school as a border whilst the rest of his family stayed back in the States. He never really spoke that much about them. We dated for around two years before he was sent to prison. Correction, I sent him to prison. When I was 14 years old, I didn't even know what a mafia was until the day before my 15th birthday.
The day everything changed.
Damien changed. He became more violent than usual. He became abusive and aggressive towards Flynn, Seb and I. He would scream at me if I ate too much or too little. I became food conscious from then on. He wasn't the same, caring Damien we all knew. He was different, but not in a good way.
From then on, it only went downhill.
He started to get physically abusive and started to act like my mother. He would hit me to get his frustration out. He recently got promoted into his family business within the mafia. The Harpers. His dad, Charles Harper was the current American Don at the time. He trained and taught Damien to follow his lead.
Unfortunately for Charles, Damien wasn't good at it.
His father was a cruel man and took his personal frustrations out on Damien, but Damien retaliated by doing the same thing to me. Back then, I was too naive and scared to do or say anything to stop it, but not anymore. Damien shouted at me so much that whenever something inconvenient happened to him, he viscously took his anger out on me. I was only 15 at the time. Not soon after, my old boss let me in on his secret of the British mafia and he, himself taught me all the skills I now use today.
He was the father I never had.
I learned everything on how to control a mafia and I inherited the title as the official British Donna. I couldn't keep this all to myself so I eventually told Seb and Flynn and they joined too, now ruling by my side. They were there for me every inch of the way. I was still together with Damien but we weren't in love anymore. I still wonder if we ever were. Until that one day in summer, the day Damien found out about the British mafia.
The day he was sent to prison.
I obviously didn't tell Damien about my leadership of the British mafia as the ownership of most mafias are usually kept secret and strictly confidential. I haven't a clue why Damien told me that he was in the mafia but he did. Apparently there was a mole in the British mafia and that person ratted me out to the Americans. Dumb decision.
I thought that I was utterly fucked.
That very day, when he and his father received the news, he stormed over to my place and verbally scolded me. He demanded me to resign my position of Donna and hand him over the documents for leadership over the British mafia. Unfortunately for him, I don't go down without a fight.
He picked the wrong person to fuck with.
I had Flynn and Seb waiting for my command to snipe his ankle and they did. I made sure it was his ankle and not his head so that he would spend a long time in prison, hopefully rotting away. I had him ambushed. I knew that he would come over here when he found out so it was only just a matter of time before he did. I had my technician hack into his bank account and forge a stolen transaction from a nearby bank.
It stated that Damien Harper had in-fact stolen from the bank.
It was so simple, the technology moved the money from the local bank into his account and then we called the police to arrest him. After he was out of my life, I finally felt free. I didn't hear from the Americans again after that incident and I didn't want to. I zone back into the current situation whilst Flynn's words keep on replaying in my ears "Charles Harper is bailing you know who out."
It still sends shivers down my spine.
Flynn and Seb don't refer to Damien as his name but instead as 'him' because we banned his name from our vocabulary a long time ago. Now, his dad is trying to get Damien out of prison, not on my watch. After I unfold out of Flynn's grasp I swing onto my chair and whip out my laptop on my desk.
This is where the fun begins.
Flynn grabs a spare stool and sits down beside me. Together, we manage to launch three missiles directed at the Delaware warehouse. Hopefully this would cause enough chaos for Charles and he would focus on the warehouse situation instead of trying to get his son out of prison.
Where he deserves to be.