Little Mama - Natasha Romanoff

Is that a toy gun?

"Good morning." Brie said to Bruce pushing a cup of coffee across the counter to him. "I'm gonna need the PINs and passcodes to the accounts. Mortgage, bank, credit cards." She told him, making herself a cup of coffee as well.

"Uh, it's 2 Fast 2 Furious. It's the number two, like the movie." He told her, drinking his coffee. "I know it's a movie. That's for all of them?" She asked, not wanting any other small talk. "Yeah."

"I handled the mortgage." She simply stated.

"How did you do that?" Bruce stuttered out, dumbfounded. "I handled it because you couldn't." Brie reminded him of the previous conversation they had. "And this thing that we do... where you bring home the bacon and I don't ask any questions? That's over."

"Does that mean we get to stay in the house?"

"It means I get to stay in the house with the kids. You get to go to a motel. Your clothes are in the car." She dictated to him. Not waiting for any protests or plees.

After assuring he was gone, she went to the grocery store to pick up a few things for dinner. Coming back the family dog greeted Brie with a whine. "Hey, buddy. What's wrong?" She asked him, giving him a pet. Closing the front door she walked over to the kitchen. "You need to go potty? You need to go peepee?" She asked him.

"Nah he's good." A woman assured Brie, sitting on the counter. Brie let out a loud scream dropping all that was in her hands. "We already took him out." She said, a tall man with shoulder length brunette hair behind her walking around the kitchen as well. A gun placed next to her on the counter, shown so she could clearly see it.

"What do you want?" Brie nervously asked her. "Oh, relax, sweetheart." She spoke sincerely. Hopping off the counter and walking over to her. "I just need you to call your lady friends over so we can all have...a little talk." The closer she got to Brielle the more about her features she could take in. Shoulder length, deep red hair. An everlasting grin. All black clothing, paired with a black bomber jacket. And what looked to be a tattoo that was covered by her clothing.

"About what?"

"Oh, about the money you stole from us."

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"This is a really nice backsplash. Hey, what's it made out of? Marble?" She questioned Brielle. Who was standing in front of her sister and best friend, who were huddled next to each other. "You ever get any problems with staining back here? Like, if you're cooking a big pot of spaghetti sauce or something like that?"

"No, I don't think so." Brielle responded after Wanda nudged her.

"No?" She chuckled, opening up the oven. "Hmm."

"We didn't know you owned the store." Laura tried to assure her. In return she let out a chuckle, walking over to where the three women were sitting huddled. "I look like some kind of grocery store manager to you? Or, like Rotary club or something? No, let's just say that we got certain arrangements with some local businesses. And we help each other out and whatnot. You know?" She rasped out, standing in front of us three, but looking at Laura who's eyes were watering now. "Like...money laundering for drugs?" She asked her. "I told you it was shady." She then whispered to Wanda and Brielle.

"Why don't you stop worrying about my business dealings and start figuring out how you're going to pay me my money back."

"We can get it back." Brielle assured her.

"Oh, that would be great."

"Most of it." Wanda then added in.

"Sorry, what?" She asked, not following what Wanda's opposing statement meant. "Some of it, for sure." Wanda stammered out. "How much did you spend?" Brielle whispered to her. "I don't know. I probably spent, like a hundred...grand."