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- I don't think I mentioned this but this story is going to be a slow burn. But I can't promise that I won't include some hot scenes between the two in the upcoming chapters.
- 3rd person POV:
- TW: ?
- takes place next morning:The strong rays of sunlight peer through the unclosed window curtains into Natasha's room, causing her to wake up in the middle of the bed under the cozy comforter. As soon as she's aware with her surroundings she frowns, not remembering being in this part of the bed before she unintentionally slept.
However unbeknownst to her, it was Mariella who shifted Natasha into a more comfortable position and under the covers, seeing as she was sleeping in a very uncomfortable way after checking up on her.
Natasha sits up and looks to her right, finding a note standing on the nightstand that contains a very neat handwritten message.
- 'Head downstairs to the dining room as soon as you've woken up and gotten ready sweetheart, there are clothes for you in the closet.
- Hasta pronto, chica bonita (see you soon, pretty girl)
- XX<3'Natasha blushes as she read the note, instantly realizing that it is Mariela because of the nicknames. So at that, she leaves the note in the drawer and heads off to shower, bringing a towel and clothes with her.
Natasha is just sitting on the bed, towel drying her hair as she hears a knock.
"Come in".
"Buenos días, señorita (good morning, Miss)" replies Mariella, which causes Natasha to roll her eyes and frown, but slightly blush at the nickname.
"What do you want?".
Mariella shrugs. "Wanted to check up on you this morning", her eyes quickly scan Natasha's outfit, licking her lips at what she sees her wearing.
Natasha is simply wearing black tight leggings that have two transparent strips that go from the bottom of the leggings to up above her mid thighs, and a black bra that seems like it's barely able to keep her breasts in.
Natasha follows Mariela's eyes down to her barely covered breasts, and she slightly widens her eyes as she forgot that she was only wearing a bra in her top half. Nonetheless, Natasha acts cool and stands up, making Mariella's eyes snap up to her own, as Natasha strolls around the bed to put on the black t-shirt she took out of the closet and laid on the bed.
"Well thank you for your care, but as you can see I'm completely fine, I'll be down to breakfast in a few" Natasha says a bit bitterly.
"Ah..I see you've read the note, good. Well I'll leave you to it then, see you later, princesa (princess)". With that, Mariella smiles and winks, then leaves, leaving behind a slightly flustered Natasha.
Why does she have to keep calling me all these names... Natasha thinks to herself.
~~~Natasha heads down after ten minutes, only to find herself completely lost in the house corridors.
"God why the fuck couldn't she also right the god damn directions on that fucking piece of paper" Natasha harshly whispers as she looks around for the dinning room or at least anyone who could show her the way.
"Are you lost?", Natasha hears a sort of rough yet teasing voice which causes her to swiftly turn around.
Natasha is met with a tall and fairly muscular young man, maybe 23 years old, Natasha thinks as she quickly realizes that this is Gio, Mariela's little brother.
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My Prisoner
FanfictionNew York these days is no longer a safe city, crawling with mafias in every corner, hiding the most powerful mafias in the US, if not the whole world... Mariella Cortez, owner of The Cortez Mafia (TCM), which was inherited to her by her father, Sand...