After Divorce, Billionaire Ex Found Me Pregnant-Chapter 128 Escape Gone Wrong.

"So what you mean to tell me is that Ms. Leonica Romero was kidnapped by the CEO of C&D industries?" The man with a mustache, cloaked from head to toe in Norway’s original police uniform, asked Owen as they stood in the security office.

Owen narrowed his eyes, looking weirdly at the man in front of him. Had he honestly just asked that question after watching the footage he was just shown?

"Yes." Owen muttered, biting his lower lip in order to not lose his patience with the man. "Are you not going to do anything?"

The mustached officer looked at his partner. They both shared a look before he placed his hand on his waist holder.

"Sir, I’m sorry to have to inform you that, but there’s nothing we can do." He said and Owen’s brows twitched.

"Excuse me?" He said, a sharp edge to his tone.

"An official report has to be made and an investigation opened and only then will we be allowed to move forward. Until then, the most we can do is send a team to look for her."

"So what? Leonica’s gonna remain with that Psycho until then?" Owen asked, glancing between the two of them.

"Sir, calm down. The process is simple and quick. As soon as the report has been submitted, we’ll get a team to investigate immediately. So just please wait for a while."

Owen scoffed, glaring at the two of them. "You’re both useless. No, in fact the entire prescient is useless. Why did I even bother calling?" He muttered.

The officers heard and were about to question when the voice of a third party interrupted them.

"What’s going on here?"

They all turned towards the door to see Gabriel standing there, brows knitted together in confusion.

The receptionist squeezed out from behind him, looking somewhat sheepish.

"Mr. Bryce requested an audience with Ms. Romero. He saw the police cars outside..." She said, letting the rest of her words trail off, although Owen knew what they were.

"Where’s Leonica?" The sound of his voice once again had all eyes on him.

"Mr. Bryce, good morning." The officers greeted.

"Hello." He replied, before his gaze landed on Owen, a glare present. "And what are you doing here?"

"That’s none of your business." Owen responded sharply and turned back to the security guard, muttering a few things to him which Gabriel did not pay attention to as he turned to question the officers.

"What’s going on here?"

"Ah, well Mr. Lee here, claims that Ms. Romero has been kidnapped."

Gabriel’s expression crumbled. "Kidnapped?"

"Yes. Although, we cannot do anything until a proper investigation has been launched."

"A proper investigation?" Gabriel muttered, his gaze narrowing.

"Yes."

Their answer truly confused Gabriel. While he stood there, Owen Grabbed a pen and paper, scribbled something down and walked past him, bumping shoulder with him purposely.

"You’re gonna die waiting for them if you chosen to let them handle this." He muttered and left, Gabriel following after him.

"What do you mean by that?"

"It means exactly what it sounds like." Owen spat, walking faster in an attempt to get rid of the other male.

"Stop."

Owen ignored him and walked even faster.

"I said stop!" Gabriel commanded, this time reaching out and grabbing him by the shoulder.

"Get off." Owen muttered, shaking his arm off. "I don’t have time for you."

"Then make time."

Owen’s glare darkened and his fist clenched tightly. "Do you not know how to read the situation? Leonica’s in danger and you’re standing here, trying to start shit?"

"I’m worried about her, alright?" Gabriel retorted.

"Yeah, well it doesn’t look like it." He said and turned around walking off.

"Where are you going?" He called out.

"To save her from that Campbell Bastard." Owen called back.

Campbell? Gabriel thought, narrowing his eyes. As in Stuart Campbell?

~•~

Leonica sat quietly in the dark, damp room, her gaze fixed on the door, a glare present.

The corners around her wrist where she had been struggling for minutes, has become red and stung painfully.

Yet the pain was not enough to make her give up.

She was going to get out of here and when she does, she plans to make that bastard pay for harming her son.

"Fucker!" She hissed under her breath, pulling hard on the rope and hissing out loud in pain.

Her head hurt, and the bruise on her forehead had grown slightly larger, turning purple.

As she was struggling, the sound of footsteps approaching alerted her and her glare deepened.

"How’s it going in here?" The voice she had begun to despise asked as he stepped into the room.

"You’ll pay for this, you bastard." Leonica threatened, the anger and hatred evident in her tone.

"Which? Nearly killing your kid? Or killing you?" He asked, tilting his head. "Ah, but does that really matter Ms. Romero? After all, you won’t be able to accomplish either." He said, smiling and shaking his head. "Nope, nope. You’re gonna die right here. By my hands."

Leonica kept her face neutral even though his words caused some sort of panic inside her. "You’re insane."

"Maybe." He murmured. "But that doesn’t change the fact that you’re going to die." He said while humming a sweet tone as he laid a few things out on the table.

"Ah shit," He clicked his tongue. "I forgot the main ingredient."

"The main ingredient?" Leonica asked.

"Yup. The one thing that’s gonna help me kill you. Ah, but no worries. I’ll get it right away. And when I return, the fun will begin." He said and walked back towards the door, leaving her alone.

Leonica’s eyes immediately snapped back to the rope around her wrist, gritting her teeth as she tugged harder and harder.

If he’s going out to get something, this might be her only chance of escaping.

She has to try.

But the more she pulled, the more the pain increased. Her hands began to sting, and she found it harder and harder to pull.

"Shit." She muttered and looked around the room, in a bid to find something sharp or anything she could use to cut the rope with.

"Please, God. If there’s anything, anyone who’s listening. Please help." She whispered; the desperation clear in her tone.

Just as she finished whispering her plea, the glistening of steel caught her attention and she snapped her head towards it, finding herself staring at a knife placed on the table.

Her eyes widened, and she immediately stood up, stumbling over as her chair was still tied to her body and causing a loud thud.

"Fuck." She muttered, hoping Stuart hadn’t heard and quickly stood up, hopping to the table, nearly tripping and falling as she did.

Finally reaching the table, she turned around and clumsily reached her tied hands towards the knife and picked it up, the cold, sharp tip cutting into her palm and drawing blood.

"Ouch." She muttered and gripped it tightly, ignoring the sting in her palm as she struggled to place the blade of the knife onto the rope.

That fucking Psycho was going to use this and gut me? She shivered at the thought but compelled her mind to focus more on the task at hand.

Fortunately, she was able to slice through the rope in a matter of seconds. With her hands freed, she reached down, still wielding the same blade and carefully sliced the rope off her ankles. She didn’t waste any more time, not even giving herself enough time to take in the sting on her ankles and wrist before bolting for the door.

She gripped on the knob, closed her eyes for the briefest second and prayed that as smart as Stuart thought himself to be, he wouldn’t luck the door. As if her prayers were heard, the moment she turned the handle, the door came open, revealing way to a dim, murky smelling corridor.

Leonica stuck her head out, tasting the waters before she took the first step out and bolted. She wasn’t sure which direction she was running in, but one thing was sure, she needed to get away from Stuart. As she ran, she cursed in her head, cursing herself for following that bastard. Cursing herself for turning down her father’s suggestion when he told her to get security men.

Her long lane down Rumination-town was cut short when a cry of anger resounded some place down the hall.

“Ah! That stupid bitch! How the hell did she escape?!”

No doubting it, Stuart had found out she had escaped. With that thought in mind, she picked up her pace, no longer wanting to be stealthy. The sound of her heart pounded in her ear, but it could have easily been mistaken for the sound of Stuart’s combat boots hitting against the floor as he scrambled about, trying to find where she had run off to. And even that, was sometimes drowned out by his occasionally voice filled with anger.

“You got lucky once, but the moment I get my hands on you, I’m gonna send your gut in a Christmas wrapped present to that son of yours.”

Just thinking about something like that, the trauma Ashley would go through after seeing something like that, scared her. She needed to beat this for both she and Ashley’s sake!

As soon as that thought crossed her mind and she turned the corner, she bumped into someone, immediately activating fight or flight. But even then, she was wise enough not to scream.

“Hey, hey calm down. It’s me.” A familiar voice said, grabbing both sides of her shoulder and stilling her before she could throw any real tantrum.

Leonica pulled her eyes open at the familiar voice, relief washing over her when she saw Owen in front of her.

“Hey,” He flashed her a small smile that could barely be seen in the dim setting, before gently pulling her into a hug.

“What are you...doing here?” She questioned after they had pulled back.

“Here to save you, isn’t it obvious.” He whispered, glancing behind her to make sure her attacker hadn’t caught up. “You have questions, I know, but I’ll explain once were out of here. Your safety is number one right now.” He shot her a firm nod which she returned, except hers was albeit sharing.

Taking her hand, he turned around and led them through the way he had come, quietly jogging. Leonica stared at his back all the while, pondering about how ironic it was that he was the one who had called the fire department and helped her when she rushed in to save Gabriel from the burning house. He was still the same person who had shown her the needle, saving Ashley. He even went out of his way to contact a world class doctor to help Gabriel, all for her. And now, here he was, rescuing her from something that didn’t concern him whatsoever.

Had the situation not been so bad, Leonica was sure she would have encased the younger male in a hug, a kiss if she wanted to be too much.

Once again, her thoughts were interrupted as Owen’s jog came to an abrupt end. She was about to question why he had stopped when her eyes caught sight of the obstacle in front.

Clicking his tongue, Stuart walked out of the shortcut right next to the exit, metal weapon pointed in their direction. “Mr. Lee, don’t you know it’s rude to gate crash on a party you weren’t invited to?”

Leonica tensed up when she saw what Stuart was holding was a gun. Was that the so called ingredient he had gone to get? A gun? That fucking psycho actually had a gun?!

“Now come on Princess, a snarl like that isn’t something suited for a face like yours.” Stuart taunted and despite behind pulled behind Owen, Leonica did not hesitate to snap at him.

“Fuck you, Stuart.”

“Careful there,” He warned, flicking the gun between both their bodies. “Because in you and me, I have the gun. And I can use it as I please.”

“I don’t think it has gotten that far,” Owen spoke up, hand steadying at eye level while he cautiously watched Stuart who turned to glare at him.

“This is between her and me,” He paused. “On second thought, you’re now part of this; after all, you’ve seen my face.”

“He’s not part of this!” Leonica spoke up, ignoring how Owen’s grip tightened on her hand in a way to tell her to shut up. “This is all about you and me.” She said, taking every word slowly so that Stuart can properly understand.

Her attempt seemed to work as he slowly lowered the gun. Leonica sighed out in relief, which was short lived as Stuart began to laugh, raising the gun back up.

“Yeah, right.” He said and without any form of reluctance, pressed down on the trigger.