Double Life • Scarlett Johansson x Y/N

Revenge

Author: TW ⚠️ murder.

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FEW HOURS LATER

The door opened and Francesca stood up from Y/N's lap.

"He's home." Francesca said.

Y/N stood up too, wiping the side of her mouth. Then she grabbed something from her bag, and she decided to stand behind Francesca.

"Francesca?! Sono a casa!" Enzo shouted and closed the door behind him. Francesca?! I'm home! (This is from Google Translate, I'm sorry if it's wrong.)

"Living room, honey! We have a guest, and something to do in the bedroom!" Francesca said, glancing behind her to smile at Y/N.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, smiling.

"Ooh," Enzo said, "Is it a beautiful woman?" He asked.

"Very!" Francesca answered.

Finally, Enzo appeared and his smile faded.

"Enzo, this is Natasha. Gorgeous, right?" Francesca smirks.

"Hello, Enzo." Y/N greeted, smiling.

"Francesca, get away from her." Enzo said.

"What? Why?" Francesca asked.

"Get away from her!" Enzo shouted.

But before Francesca can even move, Y/N already have her arm around Francesca's shoulders and a stiletto knife pressed on her neck.

"W-What..." Francesca gulped.

"Okay, Y/N..." Enzo raised his hands in defense.

"I must say, your wife is a good kisser. I almost fuck the life out of her." Y/N said, smirking.

Enzo frowned. "Let's talk about this."

Y/N laughed, "Talk about what?"

"Just let go of my wife, she's got nothing to do with this." Enzo said.

"You went after my mother! You killed her!" Y/N shouted, then she titled her head. "So, I'm taking away your wife. A soul for a soul."

With that, Y/N yanked Francesca's head and slowly slit her throat and she watched Enzo's reaction and it makes her smiles.

"No!" Enzo shouted.

Francesca's body went limp and Y/N supported her weight, and then she kissed Francesca's head. "Good night, Francesca. It was nice making out with you." She said and throw her body away.

"You fucking bitch!" Enzo yelled and took out a knife, running towards Y/N.

Y/N clenched her jaw and caught Enzo's hand as he lunged at her while holding a knife, he then turned to attack Y/N once more, but Y/N kicked him in the stomach as Enzo raised his hand and sending him a few steps back.

"You're fucking dead, Bianchi." Y/N said with such hatred in her voice.

— after the gruesome fight with Enzo, Y/N ended up tying him on a chair. She meant it when she said that she wouldn't kill him right away, this bastard killed her mother. And killing his wife is not enough, she wants him to die slowly.

"Have you told anyone about me?" Y/N asked.

"N-No." Enzo answered, he's wounded.

"Are you lying?" Y/N asked, raising an eyebrow.

Enzo shook his head.

Y/N pulled his hair back, tilting his head. "Are you lying?" She asked again.

"I-I'm not!" Enzo answered.

Y/N hummed, not believing him. She stepped back and pulled out a knife, "I'm gonna stab your dick if you won't tell me the truth."

"I-I'm telling the truth, you crazy bitch!" Enzo shouted. "No, no, no! I'm sorry, you're not a crazy bitch! B-But I'm really telling the truth, Y/N. No one knows about your identity! You know I'm not lying, no one's coming after you right now aside from me! And you know, a lot of people will come after you when they find out who you are." He said.

Y/N hummed, "Good."

She went around the house earlier, planting bombs all over the house and she sneaked inside his office and found files about her. And she's going to get rid of that after getting rid of Enzo.

"You wanna tell me why you killed my mom?" Y/N asked.

"Revenge." Enzo answered.

"Revenge?" Y/N asked. "I didn't do anything to you, you motherfucker! You were even lucky that I never paid attention to you!"

"You're too good, okay?!" Enzo shouted. "You didn't know but a lot of people like us, like me, wanted you! And I fucking despise you for that." He said.

"You're fucking crazy." Y/N said, "I stepped on your ego? You're the perfect definition of a man." She said and shook her head. (No hate towards men, just for the story.)

"I-I don't— fuck!!!" Enzo ended up crying in pain when Y/N stabbed his dick. "What the fuck!!!" He yelled, crying.

Y/N smiles, "That's better."

Enzo just cried, trying to get himself free.

Y/N then pulled out the knife, laughing when Enzo cried harder.

"If you only minded your own business, you won't be tied up right now with your dick bleeding out. Wait! It's like you're on your period!" Y/N said, clapping as she laugh.

"C-Crazy b-bitch!" Enzo cried.

"Aw, does it hurt? Is it like a cramp?" Y/N asked, pouting and bending down a little.

Enzo spits on Y/N. "Fuck you!"

Y/N chuckled and stood up straight, she wiped Enzo's spit and sighed. "Enzo, Enzo, Enzo. You didn't have to do that." She said.

Y/N grabbed Enzo's knife from the ground and smiles, "Count from 1-3."

"Why—"

Y/N interrupted Enzo, "Count. From. 1-3." She said, emphasizing each words.

"1... 2... fucking hell!!!" Enzo cried out in pain as Y/N stabbed both his hands.

"Ooh!" Y/N laughed, "I lied earlier because this is fucking better!"

"Y-You're a fucking p-psychopath!" Enzo cried, his saliva spitting out as he cried.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, "I think we both know that you're the psychopath between us. And I just fucking hate you for meddling in my business, I should be at home and planning my last mission. But here I am." She said, shaking her head.

"P-Please," Enzo begged. "Please!"

"I'm gonna kill you now, Enzo Bianchi." Y/N said and pulled out her gun.

Enzo shook his head, crying.

"Yeah, cry, motherfucker." Y/N husked.

Then Y/N pulled the trigger, and she pulled it again. And again, and again. Until there's no bullets left.

Y/N lowered her gun, "That's for my mom."

With that, Y/N grabbed her stuff and a small remote. And she walked away, feeling a little better now that Enzo is dead.

Y/N walked towards her car and got inside, she slightly massaged her neck before taking a deep breath and looking at Enzo's house.

She clenched her jaw and finally pressed the button of the small remote in her hand. As soon as she did, the whole house blew up. Of course she won't leave the house with evidences inside it, she's not stupid like Enzo.

Taking a deep breath, Y/N placed down her stuff and bring her car to life.

May you Rest In Peace, mom. Y/N thought and drove off.