Dmitry came out of his sport car, for he had driven himself to the hotel. The three hundred men of the underworld saluted him as soon as they sighted him. For it was a rare privilege to see the boss face to face.
“Shall we bring down this building, boss?” Asked the leader of the sect that came.
Dmitry ignored and ordered, “Search every room. Drag out every living thing out of this hotel.”
“Git it, sir.”
Dmitry leaned simply by his car, observing with his icy yet handsome face. In a twinkle of an eye, everyone lodged at the hotel were brought forward. They were all strange faces, neither Huxley nor Natasha was there.
Whenever the people that were dragged out of the hotel saw Dmitry, they lowered their heads in respect, they dared not to raise their gaze at him. He was powerful and he had demonstrated it once. All his men, the ones in the underworld, the ones in this city and the ones outside were legally licensed to operate by the world government because of the immense power and influence they carry. Even countries fear Dmitry Pushkin.
“Bring the manager of this hotel forward!” At Dmitry’s command, the hotel manager was immediately brought forward.
“Take my men to every hidden place in this hotel. My enemy is here. If you do not cooperate, your generations won’t be able to pay the price!” At Dmitry’s threat, the man almost urinated on his trousers.
He immediately led the men to a secret area, wherein they found Huxley with four other men, Huxley was pointing a gun at Yuri and his wife, who had been tied to a chair while his four men were pointing guns at Dmitry’s men that had just walked in.
At once, Dmitry was informed of the situation.
Yuri was seen, his wife was seen but where is Natasha. “Ask him Natasha’s whereabouts.” Commanded Dmitry.
Huxley laughed when the message was related to him, “I see that your boss didn’t want to speak with me. But I need to speak to him otherwise, I’ll not release Natasha and I’ll kill Yuri and his wife.”
An unexpected bullet suddenly came through from the window, some of Dmitry’s sniper men had targeted the four men holding guns and had shut them down from afar.
Huxley was shocked. Of course he knew he was playing a dangerous game, not even the government will fight with Dmitry, if worse comes to worse, they will rather have a dialogue but here was he, angering him. It seems his time to die had come.
Huxley dropped his gun in surrender, for he knew that if those sniper men intended to kill him, he would have been laying lifeless on the floor now.
“Release them!” Commanded one of Dmitry’s men. Huxley immediately released Yuri and his wife that were tied to the chair. Yuri turned to him and slapped him, asking loudly, “where’s Natasha?”
“I need Dmitry’s word that he wouldn’t kill me.” He said, holding his cheek.
“Dmitry Pushkin won’t give you an audience, you are not worthy of him. You are in no position to negotiate, where’s Natasha?”
“I had her in my custody because I wanted to use her to get money from Dmitry. I haven’t hurt her in any way. I acted stupid, I’m so sorry.” Huxley apologized. He was most concerned now with saving his life.
“Where is Natasha?” Yuri asked again.
Huxley still hesitated, for he thinks Natasha is the only person left that he can use to negotiate. If he reveals Natasha’s whereabouts, they could just kill him.
When Yuri saw that he was unwilling to reveal where Natasha is, he held his wife’s hand and said to the men, “bring him downstairs.”
Soon, Huxley was brought to Dmitry’s presence, he was forced to kneel before him. Huxley pleaded, “Mr. Dmitry, I have lost everything. I’m so sorry for taking Mr. Yuri and his wife into custody. I had lost my senses.”
Dmitry looked at him condensingly and then said to the manager, “take me to your CCTV footage.”
At once, the manager took Dmitry to the room where CCTV cameras are monitored from, he confirmed in no time that Dmitry brought Natasha here unconscious. He also confirmed that Dmitry hadn’t sent Natasha out, which means Natasha may still be in there.
“Sir, I think I know where he may be keeping her,” the hotel manager will do anything to save his life as well as win his favor.
At Dmitry’s signal, he took him to an underground room, and then turned on the light. Dmitry’s eyes fluttered open when he saw Natasha laid on the bare floor, her eyes were shut and he couldn’t tell if she was breathing.
Natasha was dressed in a white shirt and loose office trousers but they were now dirty, her hair was also messed up. Dmitry felt his heart ache. He felt a storm in his heart, one he had never felt before for an opposite sex.
He walked slowly towards her and half-knelt before her, he looked at her pale face and firstly confirmed if she was still breathing. Seeing that her breathing was normal, he felt the storm in his heart subside a little.
Then he called, “hey…” But there was no response. He looked back and saw Yuri alongside three of his men standing at the entrance, waiting for an order as well as watching what he intended to do.
Dmitry lifted her head off the ground, while observing her petite face, all of a sudden, her eyes opened. The first person her eyes saw was Dmitry. And she seemed to be in a compromised position.
She quickly stood up, and looked around, wondering where she was and how she got here. The fact that her clothes were dirty made her feel somewhat embarrassed. The last thing she remembered was that while she was having dinner with Fernando, she felt her stomach pull her up very strongly and then she went to the toilet but that was all she could remember.
“I’m sorry but…” Her eyes fell on the men with arms standing at the entrance, “I do not understand what’s going on?”
“Yuri will explain to you,” Dmitry turned and began to walk out but Natasha caught up with him, “I’ll like you to explain to me.”
Dmitry paused, he was almost at the door and the armed men at the door had already paved the way for him. Truth was, a part of him didn’t want to leave her but he had to suppress that part of him.
Dmitry dismissed the Yuri and the armed men and those men disappeared, gently closing the door as they did.
Dmitry then turned to her, “Fernando reported you to be whisked away by Huxley. I came to save you.”
He added, “apparently, he had kept you here.”
Natasha felt even more grateful, “I didn’t know what he wanted with me again. First, he stole my money and he’s yet to return it, then he deceived me into going to my stepmother’s hideout, just so I can take my dying father away from their custody, and now he’s keeping me here. I think he’s gone insane.”
“I will put him away.” Dmitry said.
By putting him away, Natasha knew Dmitry meant death. Although she disliked Huxley now, she wasn’t sure if she wanted him to die.
“He will spend the rest of his life in prison.” Dmitry explained what he meant by put away.
Natasha sighed. That’s a much better punishment. At least, he will be off her neck.
“Thank you so much. I promise I’ll get your mother to be better. You have really tried for me.” Natasha said. “I’ll give it all it takes.”
“You should take your bath and clean up,” Dmitry said.
Natasha remembered that she was still looking dirty so she nodded. “Come with me.” Dmitry said and led her out.
By this time, everything had already gone to normal. The men from the underworld had returned and the hotel activity had resumed normally. Also, Huxley had been taken away by the cops to prison.
“You don’t have to bother about taking me home,” Natasha said.
Dmitry got inside the car and gave a signal for her to get in. She got in obediently. Soon, they were before the main Pushkin’s mansion.
Natasha had thought he would drop her at her lodge but not a problem, she will chatter an Uber from here.
When they both stepped down from the car, Natasha said, “thanks once again.”
“Why are you standing?”
“I’ll have to order an Uber.” Natasha answered. “And it will take a few minutes for the Uber to get here.”
“Come in here and change.” Dmitry said.
Natasha’s heart skipped a little. She was not expecting such a gesture. “I do not seem to have what to change into here.”
“Titiana has clothes you can change into.”
“I thought she had traveled to spend time with grandfather?” Natasha asked. Titiana has told her she traveled to meet Mr. Pushkin yesterday night.
“Right. But her clothes are here.”
Natasha still didn’t feel comfortable, not like she wouldn’t like to stay around here, especially around him, it’s just that she felt like she would feel more comfortable bathing and changing in her own house.
“I think I’ll need her permission before I can wear her clothes.” Natasha said, pressing her phone as if she was already ordering an Uber.
“Wear mine!” Dmitry said and began to walk, not giving her any more chance to debate with him.
To wear his clothes? Natasha’s eyes almost fell out. She quickly walked after him, “do you have a cloth that fits me?”
“Must it fit you?” Came Dmitry’s reply. “That room… make use of it.” He pointed at a particular room and then disappeared into the room right beside it.