Double Life • Scarlett Johansson x Y/N

What A Strange Woman

FEW MINUTES EARLIER
— Y/N

"Sorry, ladies. But I don't think I'll come. I suddenly have this headache, I think I'll just... you know, stay in tonight and rest."

Y/N heard before she can sneak out to the back door. She smirked while shaking her head. What a strange woman. She thought, and then she sneaked outside.

Once she's outside, she cleared her throat and tried to look normal. Like she's not currently in pain.

She looked down a bit when she saw the woman's friends driving past her, she took a deep breath and continued walking. Then she look behind her, to the woman's house and she chuckled.

Blondie is a strange woman, I like it. She thought.

— after walking for some time, Y/N finally hailed a cab. She got inside and told the driver where to go.

She rests her head back, sighing.

Tonight didn't go as she planned, all because of that man. Always because of that man.

Y/N fixed her blazer, smiling at the guard.

"Your name?" One of the guards asked, looking at Y/N up and down, and his eyes lingering on Y/N's cleavage.

Y/N clenched her jaw before faking a smile, "Emma Reed." She said in a British accent.

The guard look through the list of people that can come inside.

"Emma," The guard mumbled, then nodded his head. "Alright, you're on the list. Welcome." He said and stepped aside.

"Thank you." Y/N said and walked inside.

Y/N went to the bar and asked for a drink, then she turned around to look at the people inside.

"Here you go, ma'am."

Y/N looked over her shoulder, "Thanks, sweetheart." She said and smirked before grabbing her drink.

"Y-You're welcome." The bartender said, blushing.

"Pretty girl." Y/N chuckled, then she stood up and decided to walk around.

After some time of walking around, Y/N was ready to execute her plan. She put down her drink and walked towards the VIP rooms. She walked further down and saw two guards at the door of the last room.

She licked her lips before "drunkenly" stumbling into the last room. She tried to go inside the room but the two guards stopped her.

"Oh, sorry, my bad." Y/N said, and smiling charmingly. Then she quickly scanned the room from the small window at the door and she counted four men, sitting there with their luxurious suits and cigarettes. And there's about four guards inside, and she can tell they are all armed.

"Move along, sweetie." The guard that caught Y/N said.

"This isn't the restroom?" Y/N asked, giggling.

"No." The other guard answered.

"Oh," Y/N nodded her head and quickly grabbed something inside her blazer and shooting the guard who's on the other side and before the guard in front of her can even blink, she smacked his head with the butt of her gun and kicked his crotch.

The guard groaned in pain and kneeled down, he was about to grab his gun, but Y/N pointed a gun to his head.

"Not a good idea, sweetie." Y/N said, smirking. "I hate to do this but you are working for these guys and... well, now I have to kill you too." She said.

Before the guard can open his mouth to say something, Y/N pulled the trigger, killing him immediately.

"Good night, sweetie." Y/N mumbled and let out a chuckle. She laid him down and took off her blonde wig and her glasses, then she fished out her mask from inside her blazer, she wore it and took a deep breath before going to the door, "Here we go." She said and kicked the door open.

— after some time of taking down the guards and three of the men in expensive suits, Y/N was finally face to face with her main target. The senator.

She sighed, fixing her suit. Then she looked at her target and smiled, "The last person standing. What a lucky man!" She said.

"W-What do you want from me?!" The man asked, clearly scared for his life.

"I think you know," Y/N said, raising an eyebrow. She laughed when the man flinched as she walked closer. "Aw, are you scared?" She asked.

"Y-Yes!" The man shouted.

"Hm," Y/N hummed and grabbed the man's tie, pulling him up and slamming him against the wall, gun pointed to his head. "Now, tell me where he is and I'll consider your life." She whispered, looking between his eyes. She can see the fear in them and it makes her smirk.

"I-I don't know what you're t-talking about!" The man said, denying whatever he knows.

"I'm not gonna fucking ask you again, senator. Tell me where he is." Y/N husked, pressing the gun to his head.

"Okay, okay!" The man gave in, almost crying.

Y/N smiled, "I'm listening."

"He's at—"

The man was interrupted when the door opened and a gunshot was heard. Out of instinct, Y/N turned around and changed positions with the man as bullets started flying in their direction. The bullets hit the man, killing him instantly.

Once the shooting was done, Y/N pushed the man away from her and saw five men, and a certain man stood in the middle, smirking at her.

"Hello, Y/N." The man with a thick Italian accent greeted Y/N.

"Hello, Enzo Bianchi." Y/N greeted back, ditching the British accent.

"Looks like I ruined your little investigation." Enzo said with a fake smile.

Y/N looked at the senator, laying lifeless. She sighed and shrugged, "Looks like you did, Bianchi, again." She said, emphasizing the word again. "You know, one of these days, I might just focus my attention on you and kill you. You are getting on my nerves." She said.

"Huh." Enzo laughed, "Just tell me who you work for and maybe I will leave you alone and go after your boss." He said.

Y/N laughed, "You think I'm stupid?"

"Yeah." Enzo said, nodding his head. "I really do."

Y/N smiled, "Well, you're gonna regret that."  She said before firing her gun.

Many men came after that, it was practically an ambush. But Y/N made it out alive— well, barely.

"We're here, ma'am." The driver spoke, parking the car.

Y/N blinked back to reality, she looked around and nodded her head. Then she fished out some cash and gave it to the driver, "Keep the change." She said and got out of the car.

With a deep breath, Y/N walk towards the building. "Happy New Year, Y/N." She mumbled to herself. "Happy fucking New Year."