The Presidents Daughter || NATASHA X FEM READER

Happy Family

⚠️ Guns, blood, unaliving ⚠️

"Where is it Y/N?" A voice booms from behind me, making my entire body tense and unable to move.

I knew that voice, but I had rarely ever had it speak to me like that. They were always kind and gentle despite their tall and muscular appearance.

"Where is it?" They repeat, this time hitting something against the wall. I slowly turn around. The anger made them nearly unrecognizable.

"Where is what?" I say softly, having been taught not to anger the aggressor even more.

"You know what the hell I'm talking about Y/N, don't play fucking stupid." He screams.

"Eden please, I can tell you where it is. Let's just calm down and talk about it," I slowly approach him.

"My patience is running thin," he says lifting up the shiny object in his hand pointing it at my head, "scream and I'll fucking kill you," he grabs my arm hard and leads me out to the living room, he throws me onto the couch in front of the TV and closes all the blinds, leaving only the light glow of the TV and a bright lamp. He stops, picks up a framed picture of Natasha and me, and looks at it with disgust.

"You and that fucking woman," he spits dropping the picture on the ground and steps on it to shatter the glass even more. "You gave her the ring, the ring that I gave you, and paraded her around. I was humiliated. She should've been dead a long time ago, but of course, nobody ever gets the job done right. However there are always second chances," He stands next to me, his body facing the TV which was still live streaming the event. Natasha was being shown on screen, laughing with her colleagues, the camera pans a little to her side when another familiar face pops up.

"What is she doing there?" I ask, my breath picking up from the anxiety.

"Harper is there to kill Natasha and there is no possible way to mess it up this time."

"You've tried this before?"

"Well you see, after you rejected me in Italy I knew the only way to get you back was if I killed her. I had already implanted a baby in you by then and you would have no choice but to come back." He explains almost mockingly, "yet it was you to step out of the door and that idiot fired as if I hadn't explained to her so many times that it had to be Natasha," he slams his fist down on the table next to him. "It wasn't supposed to be you, Darling, I'm sorry and I hope you can forgive me someday," he softens, I flinch as his hand comes up to cup my face.

"A bab- you did that on purpose?" My voice cracks.

"I love you, we belong together. So yes I tried everything to get you back, even if it meant killing her." He finally takes a seat next to me, my eyes fixed on the screen. "Now you tell me where it is and maybe just maybe I'll let her live."

"We don't have a child, Eden," I say, afraid of his reaction. "You killed it when you shot me."

"You're lying, I saw the chart at the hospital. My child was still alive," He screams, gripping the gun tighter.

"My body was under a lot of stress, physically and emotionally," I finally look him in the eye, "I wanted to come back to you Eden, but I knew you'd be angry with me when I told you I had lost our child."

"You're lying," he grits his teeth.

"No Eden, you were supposed to come back to me but instead you married that pathetic woman," I scream.

"That's not-" a knock at the door interrupts us, he picks me up by the arm and points the gun to my side, "you have a minute to get rid of them or I'll blow their brains out."