Natasha's P.O.V
You know some moments in your life where you're like"why the fuck do I exist?"
Well, I've had that moment twice in a span of 4 something hours.
Because of who? Harry Styles. Harry Styles of all the people in the world.
Just fucking kill me already.
The first thing I felt as I started to wake up was the cold, concrete ground below me. I felt cold, and nauseous and sick.
That feeling of sickness however, was soon overtook by a pounding in my head. I felt heavy, weighed down. Like a ton of bricks had been strapped to my body and were slowly sinking me into a ground beneath.
My throat felt dry and scratchy and I could hear my heart beat in my chest. This was it. I was about to die, here.
I guess it was inevitable. I had come prepared for anything and everything but death so soon? You can't blame me if I thought to myself "that's it?"
Metal bars in front of me blocked my view but I could barely see anyway with my half-opened eyes.
That's when door opened with a loud whirring sound which hurt my ears and head even more.
"Ah! Look who's finally awake!" A distance voice said.
A figure stood in a dark corner in the same room, hiding their face.
I felt weak but I couldn't show it. Slowly, with all the strength I had, I lifted myself up from the floor, only to get hit by a bright light which instantly made me put my hand in front of my face as a shield.
"Oh don't be such a drama queen. You've had way worse." The voice spoke from a dark corner again.
"I really haven't, but okay" I gave them a snarky response.
"You're Ashford's girl right?"
That sentence made my heart stop. My vision was still blurry but that sentence almost brought me back into alert mode. How the fuck did he know who I was? And what was he gonna do with me? Hundreds of questions flooded my brain.
"I have no idea who you're talking about." I said deflecting, looking around.
"Oh c'mon sweetheart, you're telling me you're not Natasha Ashford, daughter of Apollo Ashford, who also works for the Lucifers Syndicate and oh, who's mother died when you were 13?"
"Don't you dare talk about my mother."
The figure chuckled as they stepped further "Do you know who I am and who exactly you're up against?"
"Well, unless you stop acting like the fucking slender man, and reveal yourself, I won't know."
Him? How? What the fuck?
"What? Surprised I'm alive?" The man asked.
The same man who was at the club. The same man who hit me and almost shot me.
"I would say nice to meet you again but I really don't lie." I say giving him a sarcastic smile.
"Hilarious. Guess you're gonna have to rot down here until you learn some manners"
"You see, I never learnt much about manners but if you let me out of here, I can sure as hell show you the manners I have" I bit back in response not backing down.
"We already have that arranged for you. You know that heaviness you're feeling right now? That's a shit ton of explosives stuck to your body. And in just a couple hours, you'll basically be mush. So, now you know whose business you interrupted."
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