My hot stepmom (Natasha Romanoff)

Chapter 21

I wake up with a big headache in a dark room. What the fuck happened last night? I was sleeping next to Natasha and then the alarm was going on.

Nat and I woke up and she searched for something under the pillow. "Fuck, my gun is in my room." She speaks and gets up.

I get up behind her and we take on some clothes and sneaking into her room. She grabs her gun under the pillow and walks towards the door.

"You stay here. I'll be right back. Don't you move, do you understand?" She orders and I sigh. "I want to come with you Nat." I answer but she shakes her head.

"You stay here, I'll be right back. I love you." She speaks and kisses my lips softly. "Take care of yourself please. I love you Nat." I speak to her and kiss her lips once again before she leaves the room.

I sit on her bed, my leg is bouncing up and down from my nervousness. After five minutes the door opens finally and I jump up, smiling. But my smile instantly fades away when I realize that three girls standing in the room.

I look around but can't run away and sigh. "Can we talk about it?" I ask but they shaking all their heads. "Dreykov is waiting for you." One blonde girl speaks and they grab me.

They walk out of the building and pushing me into a car. My hands are tied behind my back and they hurt.

I sit in the middle on the back seat, left and regt a girl and the blonde is driving the car. They all wear a suit with the hourglass symbol, like Natasha's.

We all drive in silent for two hours. The car got parked and the girls getting out of the car and one is pulling me at my arm with her out of the car.

The blonde leads the way into the big dark building and the other two are holding my arms, pulling me with them.

We enter the building and my heart starts beating faster. I remember what Nat told me in the hut, that she was raised in the red room and the men never were kind with her.

We take the elevator up and get out on the highest floor, walking towards a big door. The blonde knocks at the door and waits for a respond.

A deep male voice yells "come in" from the other side of the door and the blonde opens it. I try to free myself from the grip but I have no chance and they pull me hardly into the room.

That must be Dreykov. He sits on a couch, feeling like he's the king, it's pathetic. I stand in front of this old men and the girls leave the room.

He looks at me and smirks. "Welcome home." He breaks the silence. "That's not my home." I answer. "That always belonged to be your home." He responds with his thick Russian accent.

"My home is where my dad is and Natasha." I answer and he looks upset. "Don't you dare saying the name from this traitor." He warns me and I bite my tongue.

"And now? What are you going to do with me?" I ask, scared what he will answer but I need an answer. He slowly gets up, standing in front of me and looking down at me.

"You will learn how to fight and using a gun. And when you're ready you get a beautiful costume so your little friends can't recognise you in it. I will delete all your memories and letting you kill Natasha." He answers with an evil smirk onto his lips.

"W-what? N-no!" I stutter and swallow hard. "You can't do that!" I yell but his smirk just widen. "Don't worry. You won't remember this until it's dark." He speaks and places his hand onto my shoulder before he tips something on his iPad.