Taming A Billionaire

The third point of view: 

Emerald was quick and accurate. None of the men stood a chance against him and Cecil finally saw the reason he was so cocky in the first place. He was a monster with guns. In just a matter of minutes, the scene was cleared. 

The strong metallic scent of blood assaulted Cecil's nostril and she felt like throwing up even though nothing came out. Her hands could not help but rub over her belly, hoping her child had not detected any of this. A child born in the throes of violence, she hoped he wouldn't turn out much worse than her father. 

Wait a minute, what he? She was going to birth a lovely princess. Her baby girl was going to love dresses and pink barbie dolls, not guns and whatever else her father was hiding in this car. She would train her to be cute and well-mannered like her, not smutty, ill-tempered, and rugged like her father. 

Emerald was satisfied with his result, everyone was down except for one. He loved leaving one witness alive to send the message across to their benefactor. But then, he was in a foul mood today, they dared to fire at his wife, there would be no survival ratio today. 

"No, please, spare me," The gunman pleaded, dragging himself backward. He was shot on the legs, "I was just following orders," 

"Well, sadly for you, I don't condone orders meant to harm my wife," He pulled the trigger. 

The gunman squeezed his eyes waiting for his death. He had seen Emerald's move, he was like a panther, quick and relentless. However, when nothing happened, he slowly opened his eyes,

"Huh?"

"Oh shit," Emerald cursed, discovering he had run out of bullets. Nope, this was not good. He watched out of the corner of his eyes as the killer took advantage of that little opportunity and picked up an abandoned gun beside him. 

The giant was just about to dodge when the man fired. Oh no, he was dead. But then, why does death seem painless?

Emerald slowly popped open his eyes; he had closed them instinctively. At once he checked his body, he was unharmed. But how? He had heard a gunshot…. 

His eyes flickered down to see the gunman who now had a bullet wedged in between his brows. He was dead on the spot. Then he turned to find Cecil outside the car with a gun in her grip - her shaking hands. Cecil was the one who fired and not the killer and she was a natural at it. Guess he doesn't have to teach her how to use one anymore. 

Cecil didn't know what happened but all she knew was that when that killer became a threat to her husband, she picked up one of the guns from the floor and fired. She simply envisioned and followed the way Emerald handled his guns. 

"Did I kill him?" She asked Emerald even though the result was obvious. Her hands shook greatly, she hadn't meant to kill him. She just wanted to stop him from hurting Emerald.

Emerald simply took the gun from her grasp, flung it away, and hugged her tight, "It was self-defense. You just did what was right," He told her. 

"Was that right?" She asked him, holding his gaze.

Emerald didn't back down from the challenge, he answered while staring into her eyes, "It is in our nature to want to survive, or would you have given up without a fighting chance. Even the court of law has a provision for self-defense. Moreover, these people were sent to take your life, why feel pity for them? They wouldn't have shown mercy to you even if you pleaded, so don't go wasting your emotion on persons who don't deserve it, "

Cecil couldn't refute his statement, she knew he was right. They had fired at their car without a care, it was obvious they wanted them dead. 

Fine, they got what they asked for. Cecil leaned into Emerald's embrace until it hit her. When did she start to take all this violence relatively cool? She facepalmed mentally, Emerald has corrupted her soul. Sigh.

"Who are you calling?" Cecil watched him pick his phone. 

"The cleaning crew," Emerald said, and it hit her immediately. 

"God, the cameras!" She began to look around the highway. There was no car in sight because the gunshot had chased any that dared to approach. "I've become a criminal! The police are going to storm in here any moment," 

Speaking about the police, Cecil still had the words in her mouth when the sounds of sirens rang out. She began to panic, she was going to prison? Didn't Emerald say he got this under control? 

Even if this was self-defense, it would take some time to be processed. What were the chances that his gun was even licensed? Would she give birth under trial? Not only would it tarnish her reputation, but Pedro would be left alone. Oh no, this was not happening. 

She turned to Emerald with furious eyes, "You promised that you'd keep me out of this?" she began to hit him on the chest. 

"Easy, Cecil, I think you're overreacting," He tried to calm her. 

"Easy what?! We're about to be apprehended by the police and you still it's okay?!" 

Still speaking, the police arrived and pulled over, Cecil mentally prepared herself for the legendary "drop your weapons and put your hands behind your head" speech. 

However, none of it happened, instead, one of them walked over to them asking with concern, "What happened here, sir Emerald? Are you hurt?" 

"Huh?" That was not the speech she had anticipated. 

Emerald caught the shock on her face and winked at her, before facing the officer saying, "We were attacked but thankfully, my wife and I narrowly escaped the claws of death by God's grace," He spoke humbly. 

Cecil's jaw almost dropped to the ground. Ten gunmen who faced off against them were dead and the police were taking it mildly. What the hell was going on here? What charm had Emerald used? More like what kind of power does the Sakuzi clan possess? It was terrifying. 

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that, sir Emerald. We'd take care of the scene," the officer bowed to him. 

Emerald smiled, "Then you wouldn't mind taking my wife and me in one of your cars seeing ours is deformed…" He gestured to their bullet-ridden car, "We have to go get our son from a friend's place," 

"Sure, get in, Sir," he respectfully led the shocked Cecil and Emerald to one of the police vans. 

Someone should slap her.