My Prisoner

8: With Your Help, Maybe

- Hiiiii!
- 3rd person POV:
- TW: angsty, mentions of cheating...
- time skip: 2 weeks later:

It's been a bit over 2 weeks since Natasha was taken, 2 uneventful weeks for her. It's been the same for Natasha; waking up, getting ready, heading downstairs to eat breakfast, then either going to her room or sitting in the living room and hanging out with Ella.

On the contrary, Gio and Mariela were quite busy. They were tracking a man named Dimitar Adamov, a Bulgarian ex-assassin and now drug-dealer. Mariela bought drugs from him, however she is yet to receive them. She warned him not to delay the delivery, however a month had passed and it was way past due. So now she is searching for him.

Natasha and Ella were just sat in the living room when Mariela barged in with Gio following her. Mariela had a furious look on her face, while Gio wore a disappointed one, but he wasn't disappointed in Mariela, he was giving that look to the mysterious guy that was being dragged by to other men behind them.

"What's wrong?" Ella questions worriedly seeing Mariela's angry eyes.

"Nothing's wrong" Mariela grumbles while staring daggers at the guy being dragged.

"Who's that? A new person who has gotten in trouble with you?" Ella pushes further.

"He is, and he'll be paying for the theft he's committed". Gio answers with boredom lacing his tone.

Natasha is just watching silently as Gio explains everything to Ella; from who this man is to why he's being dragged. However, Natasha eyes are mostly fixated on Mariela, who looks like she's going to explode. Natasha frowns, seeing almost invisible tears in Mariela's eyes.

"While I'm excused, I want you to drag him and put him in the furthest cell, don't start anything with him, just cuff him up and i'll see what we'll do with him when I come back" Mariela abruptly says while standing. Natasha observes her body language seeing that she's stressed
and...something else...something unknown. So Natasha decides to stand up and follow Mariela, while Ella leaves with Gio and the men who are dragging Dimitar Adamov.

"¿Estás bien?(you ok?)" Natasha genuinely asked, not used to seeing this side of Mariela.
Mariela just looked at Natasha with a stoic expression, although deep inside, she has butterflies, seeing Natasha actually care about her...with a little bit of confusion.

"¿Por qué no lo estaría? (Why wouldn't I be?)".
Natasha released a deep breath and walked further into the room, Mariela's room. "You seemed a bit of? I don't know, it just wasn't you".
"Well then you don't know me enough to know whenever I act off".

"Ella seemed pretty confused at your demeanor earlier, so I don't think it was just me".

"Well, ella always seems confused by my mood swings so- don't let it get into your head".

"Well there must be a reason for those mood swings, so spill" Natasha says the final part with a bit more authoritative tone.

"And what makes you think I'm going to spill, last time I checked, I don't owe you anything" Mariela quirks a brow as she says that.

"Oh you owe me a lot of things, and I'm not looking for your approval, so start talking" Natasha crosses her arms and clenches her jaw, making her look much more intimidating, and god did that make Mariela weak, making her want to listen to her and do whatever she says.

Natasha notices how Mariela's thinking, making Natasha smirk at how she won against the brunette. "How about we start from the beginning, like who's that person who you were SO eager to kill?".

"Dimitar Adamov..." Mariela vaguely says, wanting to stop here, knowing that this will be a painful topic to talk about.

"Go on" Natasha pushes.