Nefarious

21.

Natasha's P.O.V.

"Fuck!" I whisper-shouted.

Everything felt as if it was happening in slow motion, I heard the ping sound from the elevator and saw that the elevator was making its way onto the floor I was on.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!"

Immediately, I tried to find a place I could hide. My eyes fell on the space below the staircase and I crouched down in an attempt to hide myself but also see what was going on. In front of me, there were very dusty cardboard boxes and I slid them in front of me to further avoid getting seen.

The elevator pinged yet again and I heard shuffling of feet and a man walk out. Then I heard two different voices laughing. So correction, two men.

Sometimes I wonder why men even fucking exist.

Sweat dribbled down the back of my neck as I tried my best not to pant and stay hidden behind the boxes.

Palms are sweaty, moms spaghetti- sorry not the right time.

Through the spaces in between the boxes, I peeked through them to see what was going on.

In the process of my snooping however, I managed to almost knock over one of the cardboard boxes. They were heavy as shit so I had no idea how in the fuck I managed to do that.

I'm the biggest fuck up to ever exist.

"Wait. What the fuck was that" I heard one of the men say to the other.

Hopefully the other wouldn't respond with "oh well just a 165 lb brunette woman"

But my thoughts were interrupted when I heard the second man respond"It's probably Styles fucking with us again"

Styles. STYLES? AS IN HARRY MOTHERFUCKING STYLES?

What the fuck was happening? Were they talking about THE prick, son of a bitch, Harry Styles, or someone else?

I had to know. I needed to. Maybe this was the smoking gun I needed all along, maybe this is what will make my dad believe that Harry is nothing but a lying bastard.

I had to think fast, they were my last shot at getting that elevator to open and I had come so far already, so figured might as well go through with it.

Quickly, I sprung out of that space to find two very stunned men pulling out their gun.

Within a split second, I shot them both. One in. the shoulder and one in the leg

Damn I'm good.

"You bitch!" "Who the fuck are you" the both of them squealed in pain as I stood there, gun still in hand.

"Mm, now it wouldn't be fun if I just told you who I was right?" I responded in a low tone trying to set in the suspense.

"Now. One of you will open that elevator for me or I will have to shoot one of you in the head. Sound good?" I asked sarcastically.

"You don't have the guts-" and gunshot.

I could see the utter shock and then lifelessness in his body as the bullet pierced through his forehead. A classic.

His body fell to the ground with a thud as his buddy watched in horror, his eyes widened and hands across his chest, putting pressure on his shoulder to avoid more blood loss.

Seeing his partners brain splattered on the concrete floor it didn't take long for the other to say"Okay! Okay! Just please, don't fucking shoot me!"