After ten months of going back and forth from Atlanta to St. Louis and vice versa Marcus came to visit Natasha for more than a weekend. The plan is for Natasha to return and spend at least a week with Marcus in Atlanta.
Natasha thought things had been going great for the first week of the visit like having a live in boyfriend. They went on dates, grocery shopped together and sexed feverishly. They stayed in fixing meals together before watching a movie then again humping each other like animals. Natasha enjoyed Marcus’s presence in her home.
She had always thought love would always been unattainable, at least for her.
The two were moving into week two of their blissful union when an unexpected knock came to Natasha’s door. At least it came as unexpected to Natasha because she hadn’t been expecting company to her home. Yet Marcus grinned like the surprise of a lifetime stood on the other side of that door.
“So you are having company now,” she asked sarcastically with a smirk, because nothing more could be on the other side of that door but flowers. Natasha became giddy at the thought of what gift could be on the other side of the door.
Only to Natasha’s surprise three extra large men walk into her home. Marcus alone would be too large for any woman to fight off so three more of him walking in created an over bearing atmosphere. Not to mention the guns they carried.
Internally Natasha panicked but she holds her composure before questioning.
“What’s going on,” comes through a shaky voice.
“Well usually when me and my boys meet a nice piece we share. They think I have had you to myself for too long,” Marcus states simply closing the door, instantly turning her home into a prison.
Natasha stands dumbfounded with words stuck in her throat. She didn’t know what to say or think as she watched them walk around securing doors and windows. But she didn’t dare move.
One of the goons had even ventured upstairs, she assumed to do the same with the windows and doors up there.
Marcus continues, “So for the rest of my stay we are all going to enjoy you.”
She didn’t like the sound of that. Nor did she like the looks the guerillas were giving her or the smirks they shared with each other when they exchanged a glance.
“I have your cell phone,” he states responding to her thoughts, waving the phone at her. “The land line as well as the internet connection has been cut and someone will always be at the doors.”
Natasha continued to not speak. What could she say to make them not do this? What could her petite frame do to stop them?
“My boy said you cooked,” one of the goons spoke leering at Natasha like she was the meal.
“Yes,” she mutters.
“Why don’t you go upstairs and change into something nice. You can make our plates when you get back,” another orders.
Without protesting, because again what could she say. She moved past the beast at the door taking her nerves upstairs with her. It isn’t so much that she is scared as it is being caught off guard. Nothing about her time with Marcus indicated that they would end up here.
Before she made it to the top step she could hear them laughing at her expense. She listened as the men talked about the crude things they wanted to do to her.
Their only problem is Marcus doesn’t know everything about Natasha’s life like he thinks. There are parts of her that she doesn’t share with anyone. Parts that included on her eighteenth birthday, to get away from her family that consisted of an abusive father and husband, a docile mother and wife with scared and fleeing children Natasha enlisted in the army. Marcus didn’t know that three years after training the CIA recruited her. Trained and molded her into one of their top sharp shooters.
A few years ago after a few attempts were made on her life Natasha had been honorably discharged.
Natasha didn’t go into her bedroom like she had been instructed. Instead she went into her office lightly closing the now knob-less door behind her.
As she moves deeper into the room she wonders when did Marcus have time to take off knobs? More importantly why hadn’t she noticed them missing.
Natasha removed her Dorothy Dandridge picture from the left wall. Silently she sat it on the carpeted floor to get to what’s behind it. At first glance no one would notice the structural error in the wall where she pressed slightly causing the wall to move smoothly and quietly allowing a safe to lift up. Holding her breath she turned to make sure no one had heard anything. And of course they didn’t over their own loud chuckles.
Reaching into the safe she pulls out a double sided body holster before sliding into it still praying no one heard her movements. Hoping no one questions if she is too quiet or what is taking her too long. Just as she pulls out the two nines that fit the holster the stairs creek. Just as a hand pushes open the closed door she pulls out a shotgun from the same hidden space.
Soon as goon number one walks through the door she let’s off a round from the shot gun through his chest ruining her white walls.
With the others scrambling below her Natasha uses all her strength to pull the first man’s body into the room with her leaving a trail of blood. Positioning herself on the floor behind the door leaving a crack for a clear shot at the next intruder.
She pegged Marcus as the shot caller so she knew he wouldn’t be the next up those stairs.
Just a minute later one of the other goons peaked up the stairs, through the banister. Natasha wasted no time giving him a shot between the eyes with one of the nines. Then she sat and listened as his body dropped back down the stairs.
Two down, two to go.
As she waited she took a phone off the body next to her and dialed 911.
“Some men are in my house,” she stated as soon as the dispatcher answered. “If you don’t get here soon they may all be dead.” Then she laid the phone down and listened to the whispers below.
“Man what you got us into?”
“You need to go get her,” Marcus demanded.
“This yo shit you go get her, got me in her with the fucking female Jason Bourne,” the last goon countered. Yet lying there next to a dead body in a dark room she decided she couldn’t wait there forever.
Over their whispered arguing Natasha opened the door wider to slide out. After stopping to listen more to the location of their voices she slid her body slowly to the top of the stairs unnoticed. Peeking through the banister bars she could see the left side of the last intruder. Sending a single shot through his neck blood splattered everywhere including on Marcus who turned a stunned eye on her.
Watching his boy drop to the floor caused all the color to drain from his face.
“I don’t know if you got this yet but I’m not your average chick,” Natasha stated.
💋Check out parts two and three of Intruders.