describing nat as overprotective as hell is an understatement. when it comes to you, she’ll stop at nothing to keep you safe. even if that meant pulling out all her resources and her members and risking it all. nat didn’t care how much she’d lose, as long as you were okay.

when nat heard about another gang leader threatening you, she almost lost her shit.

“what did he say?” she demands, arms crossed while she stares at you from her position against the kitchen counter.

“that i should.. stay off his turf or he’d send someone to.. y’know. kill me. says it’s their block.”

nat scoffs out an incredulous laugh.

“fucking douche. as if he should be worried about you— i’m not stupid enough to send my girlfriend out to sell my shit.”

nat goes silent, tapping away at her phone before dialling someone; one finger raised up in the air to tell you to shush.

she speaks indistinctly with someone— her second-in-command— until she hangs up and gestures for you to come closer.

nat’s arm wraps around your middle, dragging you closer by the waist.

“don’t worry about him,” she murmurs into your hair, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“why?” you press, “what’d you do?”

“sent out a greenlight.. told aleks to notify the rest of them.”

“greenlight?”

“like a hit,” nat explains, fingers tangling in your hair, “means i gave them the ‘okay’ to target him.”

“you can do that?”

she pulls back to glance down at you, letting out a quiet hum.

“‘course i can, precious. i’m the boss.”