Black Widow: Dark House

13. "Angle With a Shotgun"- The Cab💕

Bold Italics- Russian

Italics- any language besides English

**- thoughts/ memories

** Natalia walked with purpose down the hallway of the Red Room base. Dreykov wanted her in his office. She came to the large steel door with two guards, nodding for one of them to knock. Stepping into the ornate room, she saw Dreykov hunched over his desk. He looked up, a sinister smile on his face as he spread his hands, "My Natalia, come in" he said.

She stood in front of the desk, her arms behind her back at attention while she waited for his orders.

"You are going to Paris. The target is the up and coming party head, Alanzo Perchecie" Dreykov said, a picture of a tan thin man popping up on the screen behind him. Within secons Natalia has committed it to memory.

"This will be a longer mission, undercover. You will earn his trust. As an advisor, a mistress, I don't care. He had a speech coming up in three months. Natalia" Dreykov looked at her, his dark shark like eyes boring into her, "he will never make it to that speech, do you understand?" he said.

Natalia nodded wordlessly.

"Everything else you need to know is in this" he said, giving her a black tablet. She had ten hours to read everything on it before the device infected itself with a virus that would scramble and destroy everything found on it.

As she took the tablet into her hands, the door behind her slid open. Turning she saw Ana stepped through. Her training refused to allow any changes to her expression to be detected, but Natalia still felt her heart beat a little harder in her chest at the sight of Ana. She was so overcome with Ana that she had no noticed that Dreykov had come to stand next to her, his sausage hand on her shoulder.

"I am sending Ana with you. I need my best on this" Dreykov said, a poisonous smile dripping from his face as he turned towards Natalia. She had to keep herself from shivering as he smelled her hair before saying , "Clean, and no fuss. No witnesses either. Check in every four hours" he said, turning away from them both to go sit at his desk.

"Understood" both Natalia and Ana said before leaving the office.

Wordlessly they gathered their gear and met at the transport jet on the tarmac outsight. Their flight was three hours as two of the Red Room guards flew in the pilot and co-pilot chairs. Ana and Natalia sat in their seats across from each other, strapped in by harness. Their faces showed no emotion, not even a hint of the desire that burned in both of them as they struggled not to look at one another.

Despite this, Natalia could not help but notice Ana's jaw muscle jump every few minutes or the movement of her throat when she swallowed. God, she wanted to kiss that throat. She imagined herself getting up, not caring about the pilot in the slightest and she straddled Ana's lap, wrapping her hand around that gorgeous throat and pressing her pulse point while Natalia slid her fingers in an out of Ana, pushing her to cum, whispering filthy things in her ear that would melt Ana in her arms.

Natalia closed her eyes, forcing the fantasy out of her mind. She needed to focus.

A hour later they had dropped into their target zone, near a rural village. This was their first stop for the night, a small inn near the highway that led out of town. Natalia and Ana changed into civilian clothes, keeping their gear in duffle bags as they entered the inn.

An older lady sat at the counter, wide brimmed glasses and a bird nest like bun on top of her head. "Hello girls, do you have a reservation?" she asked.