She stared death in the face and she smiled.
At least that's what the stories said.
So they called her the queen of darkness.
But some knew better.
And so they called her the devil instead.
-S.E George
I'm not a complicated woman.
But I suppose...
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After him swinging himself back over so he was on top, he threw me over his shoulder and carried me to his office. I didn't bother fighting, I was tired. I was panicking a bit as well. That man said things; things that I never wanted to hear again.
He sat me down in the seat in front of his desk, sitting opposite me after. Don't do it Nadia. Don't you dare fucking cry right now. This man would eat you alive if you cried.
"Explain yourself" he said coldly
"I-" I shook of the stutter and continued with confidence that I didn't have. "As I explained, and proved, I speak multiple languages. Me and Natasha were talking and it came up. She told me about how you couldn't get anyone to translate for you. It was her idea to have me talk to him. I asked her to leave because I felt nervous with her there. I can tell you what the man said if you would like? Or do you want to continue interrogating me?"
His hand was on his chin, he seemed deep in thought. Analysis. Probably determining whether to kill me or not. I mean; I've had a good run. Astalavista baby. I'll see you in hell. All "Talk"
"I couldn't get much before you burst through the door in a fit of rage. But I did manage to confirm that Andrei Petrov sent him. And to quote 'he wants war. He will have war.' However he also mentioned that you have something of his. And that Petrov always knows where his things are."
He would have had voice recording at least. Let alone video footage. I could blame my knife skills on my father being paranoid. But I can't leave out details. Eventually, he would be able to translate our whole conversation. And lying would arouse questions.
"How did such a tiny little thing manage to interrogate someone from the Russian mafia?" He leaned in towards me, his breath smelt like mint.
"Your security cameras could tell you that. But I suppose I might just be lucky." I lean towards him as well.
"I won't be able to get the security cameras back for 12 hours. So I suppose you really are lucky." He leant back into his seat. To my surprise he pulled something out his jacket pocket. By the looks of it, a joint? This man; I mentally shook my head.
"Want some?" He offered plainly after taking a long puff. Fuck this, why not?
I leant over the table and took it from him; our fingers brushing slightly, sending a shiver down my spine. This wasn't my first time smoking. Not at all. On the contrary I'd actually missed it a little. It felt therapeutic.
"Can I still come to Nat's party?"
"I don't know" he looks at me like he's in deep thought. Trying to figure out a puzzle with a piece missing.
"Please?" I can't miss this chance. Even if it means begging for it.
"We'll see." He smirked. What was he thinking right now? Probably about how to kill me. That would be appropriate. I mean it's not like I don't think about the exact same thing; so i guess it fair. Maybe we could give each other tips?
"There's something about you Nadia. Something that intrigues me." Bro- I handed him back the joint after taking one last long puff.
"The only intriguing thing that there is to know about me; is that I was kidnapped by the mafia." I say deadpan.
A light laugh comes from his mouth. It's weird hearing him laugh.
"At least you're getting better at not murdering me for my terrible sense of humour" I note under my breath.
"You remind me of someone I used to know. She was funny once you knew she was joking."
"Damn she sounds fun, maybe I should ask her to get coffee some time"
"Yeah, maybe" there was a silence after that. Until he told me I could leave and go back to the room I was staying in.
I walked slowly, thinking everything through in my head. Hopefully I can still go to Nat's party. Hopefully nothing goes wrong and I escape without a hitch. It bugs me that everything here relies on hope. Something I didn't / don't have much of lately.
—————————— Ok so I know this is a hella short chapter but it's been a while since I up loaded and I feel bad. It's only a filler chapter until I write the beginning of Natasha's birthday. Also I know it's small compared to so many other stories. But we hit 100 readers! And I'm kinda happy about it. I could still really use peoples comments and votes though. They give me motivation and I need some of that right now :') Anyways, happy Monday peeps
