The Wrong Woman

With a forceful toss, Mila flung her coat outside. The muffled sound of suppressed gunfire echoed once more as the coat was hit.

Simultaneously, Mila sprinted swiftly, ascending the steps and finding refuge within the large columns.

Her breaths became strained, her heart raced, and her nerves stretched to their limit. Her stomach clenched with pain, but home was just a few steps away.

She gently caressed her belly, murmuring, "Baby, don't be afraid, trust Mommy, we'll make it through."

She took off her sweater, seizing the opportunity and tossing it outside. Bullets flew and sliced through the fabric, hitting the door with a menacing thud.

With all her might, Mila risked her life to dash toward the door, but the bullets followed, ringing out in rapid succession. The three shots felt like they grazed past Mila, brushing her with a touch of death, as she raced inside at lightning speed.

Overwhelmed with fear and tension, she ran too fast, causing her to collapse at the entrance, her belly searing with intense pain.

With gritted teeth, Mila crawled forward, her voice trembling as she instructed the sound control system, "Turn off the lights." Darkness instantly enveloped the house.

of excruciating pain rippled through her abdomen as Mila felt liquid trickling down her

the coffee table, searching for her phone. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she

reported the situation to the emergency services, requesting an

her aching belly, clutching the phone with trembling hands, awaiting a response. The phone

"Beep... Beep... Beep..."

stretched on, her heart growing cold with each unanswered ring. Nathan didn't

again, only to hear the automated voice of a

her heart plummeted into a bottomless pit

conclusions. Nathan's inability to answer the phone must mean he was facing some

legs turned numb, soaked through. With trembling

up right away.

quivered. "Cole,

badly hurt. He took her to the hospital. I'm leading the team to hunt down the remaining kidnappers." Mila let out a