Taming A Billionaire

Chapter 741 - Seven Hundred And Fourty-one: The Escape

The third point of view:

Natasha was in that house that was beginning to feel like a prison - a good prison. They treated her well, no, too well especially when it comes to checking up on the baby's wellbeing. The baby was the prime reason she was still valuable to Mrs. D, hence she was a high priority to them.

She already gave up on hopes of being rescued and accepted her fate the way it was. Her only problem was making sure her child was out of the reach of Mrs. D once he was born. The woman didn't have good intentions for her son and if laying down her life for him would mean he was safe, then so be it.

Although it was late, strange enough Natasha didn't feel the urge to sleep and was lounging on the sofa watching movies. As usual, there were the occasional bodyguards keeping watch on her but she didn't mind, she was used to their unwanted surveillance.

She then felt the urge to pee and stood up only for their gaze to rest on her.

"I only want to answer nature's call," She said to them and they looked away.

They knew she couldn't escape here with their people crawling all over the place. Moreover, she hasn't done anything to arouse their suspicion like trying to escape, so they were quite lenient compared to the first time she was here.

Natasha went into the toilet to do her thing and when she was done, came out only to notice the subtle change in the environment. Since she became pregnant, she became attuned to her instinct and right now, the way her hairs stood on edge told her that something was wrong.

With careful steps, she walked back to the living room only to find out that the two men that were guarding her were on the floor and moaning in pain. Her eyes widened and she turned to escape only to bump into an unfamiliar figure.

A scream escaped her throat yet the man was quick to close his hand over her mouth, cutting her cry for help. Natasha struggled with him and she discovered that he was not all alone and his partners had successfully subdued all of Mrs. D's people.

"Who are you?!" She was frightened because she had no clue what was going on nor could she guess their intention.

However, a certain thought crept into her mind, were they here to rescue her? But then, who and why? As far as Natasha knew, Mrs. D covered up her disappearance such that it couldn't be reported to the police. Moreover, the police couldn't rescue her dressed in this manner.

Then, it hit her, Pedro.

Her blood ran cold.

He was the only one who had the resources to hire people to find her and as far as she could remember, she was running from him.

Natasha was between the devil and the blue sea. Running away from Mrs. D only to fall into the hands of Pedro's people, she couldn't exactly tell which one was better. One wanted to use her child and the other wanted to eliminate the child. No, she couldn't let either of them win.

"Pedro sent you, didn't you?!" Natasha managed to say as he dragged her out. Although her captor didn't exactly reply to her, the surprised look in his eyes was all the answer she needed.

"It's him," She confirmed and began to panic, "No, you can't take me to him! He'd hurt my baby!" but her pleas fell on deaf eyes. He was on a mission to capture her and there was no turning back.

Outside, Natasha saw the rest of his people, and their car was parked right outside.

"No, you can't take me!" Natasha was still screaming when suddenly a shot was heard and the man grabbing her suddenly groaned in pain and had to let go of her.

Natasha looked down only to discover that he was shot in the leg and she looked up only to make out the silhouette of a strange man at the window of the house opposite theirs with a gun pointed at….

"Shit!" Natasha screamed and ducked at the last minute only for a bullet to whizz past her, successfully grazing the side of her cheek. Her heart pumped hard in her chest and she came to a startling revelation that she narrowly escaped death.

Call it survival instinct but Natasha crawled away on all fours away from the shooter and with each step she took, a bullet was sure to pierce the ground she once was.

"Sir," The others realized their captain was down but he shouted at them, "Protect the woman, the sniper has his eyes on her!" He figured out the sniper was after her.

They at once surrendered Natasha as if forming a barrier around her. One of them tried to reach for her but Natasha was smart enough to take advantage of their defense and took to her heels.

The sniper was no other than Jean who was ordered to eliminate Natasha by Isabella. Just as Isabella guessed, Pedro had gone to Julie for help and his men were competent enough to track down Natasha where she was hiding all this while. All Jean did was to follow Julie's men, waiting patiently like a panther, and after they had done the work, he was ready to steal the prey.

Truth be told, Jean was a straight shot and was capable enough to shoot down Natasha even when one of Julie's men had her. But he wanted to give Natasha a fighting chance, the woman might be in the wrong for forcing herself on Pedro but the child wasn't - he was innocent.

Hence, her survival tonight depended on her luck and the capability of Julie's men to protect her. He promised to never harm innocent children and although he couldn't back down from the order, he could at least give her a chance.

He saw her escaping and shot at her several times but Natasha was desperate to live and successfully evaded him until she vanished from his line of focus. Isabella would not be happy with him, however, she shouldn't have forced his hands. Perhaps, she knew he wouldn't be able to do it in the first place - she just wanted to see where his allegiance lied.

Natasha ran without looking back. She took advantage of the shortcuts and alleyways. Now, she was finally away from Mrs. D and Pedro's people altogether, she had to escape. This was the perfect opportunity to seek the freedom she wanted and as well protect her child from those evil people.

She finally came out into the main road and as luck would have it, spotted a police patrol car.

Oh, thank God, Natasha was relieved. Tears of joy filled her eyes and she hurriedly waved her hands crazily trying to flag them down. The police would protect her.

As soon as the police car stopped in front of her, one of them lowered the window and she shouted immediately.

"Officer, I need help!"

"Hey, calm down," He gestured at her, "What's going on? Speak slowly and try to catch your breath,"

Natasha took a deep breath, "My name is Natasha and I was abducted from my home. Some bad people are after me and I only managed to escape here when a fight broke out. Please, I need your help, I can't let them find me! I'm pregnant!" She cried out and was ready to kneel if that would move their heart.

The officer who lowered the window finally came down and placed both hands on her shoulders assuredly,

"Don't worry, you're safe now and we wouldn't let anything happen to you,"

"Thank you," she was grateful. For the first time in a long time, Natasha finally saw the light at the end of the tunnel.

"You should ride with us," He gestured to their car," Since it's late already, you should spend the night at the station where we would keep watch over you - your safety matters first. When the morning comes, we'll launch an investigation into your case. Are you good with that? "

"Yes, it's perfect," Natasha nodded, not that she had a choice anyway. But it was much safer to be with the police than those gangsters who had no regard for the law.

The officer opened the door for her and she went into the back seat where she stayed all by herself while the officer returned to the front seat where his partner was the driver.

Natasha finally let down her guard, she was safe now.

They drove for a while and exhaustion swept over Natasha because the adrenaline that kept her running had expired plus the fact it was late and a pregnant woman like her was supposed to be asleep, not running away from her abductors.

Natasha was about to doze off when she felt the car suddenly stop and she looked out only to realize that it wasn't the station.

"Huh?" She was curious about the reason for the sudden stop when the door was opened from outside and an all too familiar face climbed into the car causing all blood to drain off her face.

Oh no, they all were in cahoots, it dawned on her.

"Had fun running away, Natasha," Mrs. D smiled darkly at her.

Natasha gulped.