Prologue
analysis. you, a early adult who is juggling three jobs and struggling financially is charged with murder against your neighbor who was brutally stabbed in the middle of the night. unable to hire a lawyer, the department has assigned you one of the lawyers they offer. little did you know that trusting this gorgeous redhead was going to play in a major change in your life.
pairing. corrupt lawyer/mob boss!nat x puppy!reader
wc. 0.8k
warnings. dark themes, masc natasha (🧎♀️➡️), mob boss natasha, kidnapping, gunshot wound, evil natasha (no she isn't she is just kindly rehoming you to her house), age gap (Nat is in her 30's, Reader is in her early 20's).
authors note. prologue written before i post chapter one…
“I didn’t do it,” The words that left your lips were immediate as soon as the door opened to the office you were dropped off in. The redhead that had walked in with a file in hand had stared directly into your eyes as soon as those words had blurted out of your lips like a cry for help. Natasha smirked, her body moving to sit in the chair across from you as pity adorned her features. Which to be honest, was faux. She had no pity, yet she was interested in you, her eyes scanned your features. You looked exactly like you did when the police officers took your photos when they brought you to the station to get interviewed for the investigation of a murder.
“As much as I’d like to believe you sweetheart, I can’t exactly help you out if that is all you’re going to say,” She said smoothly, setting the vanilla folder in front of her as she opened it up to look at the documents of your arrest and the statement that was made from the police department. Her tongue clicked against the top of her roof, you didn’t choose Natasha as your lawyer. No. You didn’t have the funds to hire one so the department had picked a lawyer for you to go to the court for your statement.
“I don’t even really know who Ms. Danvers was, why would I kill her?” You had stated rapidly, tears were finding your eyes as you pleadingly looked at the lawyer in front of you. Hands shaking as you brought them together against the table to pick at the skin above the crevices of your nail beds. A calloused hand had grabbed yours, the comfort of the lawyer odd but it was appreciated.
“Look, I get why I would be suspected. Just a lone, freshly young adult who is struggling financially while juggling three jobs, but I swear on my mama’s life that I have not talked to Ms. Danvers for more than five minutes in my life, she was just my neighbor who I never knew,” You explained, your tone shaky as you had your tongue lick over your dry and cracked lips. Wetting them as you let out a soft exhale, feeling the redheads hands draw back to pull out a white sheet of paper that had the word contract listed atop of it.
“This is for you to sign, it’s needed for my services specifically,” A finger tapped gently against a blank line for your signature to be placed alongside with the date beside it. A soft grin found her face, “I promise you, I will do everything in my power to make sure you aren’t jailed for something you didn’t do,” You analyzed the sheet carefully, the words blurring in your vision as you just grabbed the pen and blindly signed your name without looking it over. Without a second thought you knew you wanted to get out of this nightmare. You had briefly conversed more with the lawyer until you were allowed to leave the office.
You had parked further down the street to prevent yourself from getting jammed into traffic. You moved to the passenger side of your vehicle to throw your bag into the seat before you felt a hand muffle against your mouth. You tried to scream but the sound was muffled, feeling yourself be pulled into the alleyway. Your body thrashed, doing everything in your power to fight off whoever had grabbed you. You weren’t going down, no, you still had a fight to win to prove your innocence to the judging eyes of the law. That is when you heard the loud bang, a gunshot. You ducked your head, who shot a gun? Who got shot? Your mind was dizzy, blanking before your hand went to reach the sudden ache in your shoulder, the feeling of liquid on your palm had you freeze. Your breathing picked up in fear, panicking before you felt everything around you blur and turned black.
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The security cameras showed everything, except for the face of who had grabbed you. The detectives looked over it carefully, when it was mentioned that you weren’t home when an officer swung by the check up on you, they went to the location where your cell phone was last pinged. Your car is still in the same spot, passenger door open with your phone sitting in your purse. The only sign was blood on the cement of the alleyway. The footage of you being shot in the back of the shoulder was repeating itself. “I’m doubting whoever shot her took her in to the hospital,” One detective spoke out, voice monotone as they added on, “There’s no way she’d survive that shot after twenty four hours, that footage was taken yesterday around 4:30 p.m. and we’re watching it now at 6:00 p.m.. I just say, call her dead and call her the murderer of Danvers, case closed,”
Murmurs of agreement filled the room, each person filing out of the room carefully before they shut the footage down on the device. Closing the case, and the primary suspect called dead.















