Nigel sat in his study staring blankly at the wall in front of him. He was shaken by what he witnessed at the club a few minutes ago. He was not shaken by the sight of spilt blood but by the one who spilt it. She had instilled fear into him in a way that he had never imagined possible before.
The image of her holding the blade and running it across the neck of his bodyguard replayed many times in his head but he still found it hard to accept. He never thought that what he did would bring forth such consequences. Haunting consequences.
At that moment he had forgotten about the man who was with her. He was too distracted by the fact that the purest person he knew was now capable of cold-blooded murder.
Even the bodyguard who had returned with him was shaken by Natasha's display of brutality. They could not even clean up the dead bodies from the club but rather found their way out leaving that for whoever would find them first.
