From Pemberley to Manhattan [COMPLETED]

Chapter 46

"I can see your grandmother's plan was very effective", Mrs. Brown stated, "but couldn't you wait until you returned home? For Christ's sake!"

"Madam, I comprehend how disappointed you must be for our reckless behavior, which I apologize for most fervently. Nevertheless, it is no excuse for blasphemy or using any names in vain."

Did he wish to get slapped across that pretty face of his?, Nat asked herself. They'd just trespassed (in the Met, of all places) to make out like teenagers, and Darcy was preaching at her mother? Not only did Elizabeth have enough reason to curse, she could throw them both in jail! Or call the cops so they could do it. If it had been any other visitors, they'd be leaving the Met handcuffed!

She was cutting them a huge slack, and yet was getting a lecture from the guy who was staying at her house for free while kissing her daughter in a public building like a madman?

Now it was Nat who wanted to smack his tight butt like the bad boy he'd been. Kissing him wildly was on her list of punishments as well.

Mrs. Estevez Brown took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "Just go home, you two. I'll talk to you later," She left the room to offer the couple some privacy so they could put themselves together.

Needless to say Nat and Darcy left the museum in a hurry; he was ashamed by his lack of self-restraint and propriety; she wanted to get home as soon as possible to continue what her mother had inconveniently interrupted.

When they took a turn on 90th Street, Nat noticed a black SUV she did not recognize parked in front of her family's building. There were two men in black suits and wearing sunglasses in each side of the vehicle, looking serious and alert. She couldn't pinpoint what, but something about them gave her the creeps.

They were about twenty feet away from the red door of her house when a group crossed the threshold. Her dad, grandma and brother were being taken to the SUV.

Those men were either feds or kidnappers, Nat concluded. She wondered which would be worse. Surprisingly enough, she remained calm, knowing exactly how to proceed.

"Go get my mom, and tell her to bring the lawyers", Nat instructed Darcy, even though she wasn't sure Mrs. Estevez Brown knew any, but that was what very well controlled people always said to the person next to them in the movies when they were in a messy situation. As if lawyers could solve any problem in the world. "Tell her the Feds are taking everyone in." She had to take a guess, so she chose to believe they were with the Government. Otherwise, people would have called the police by now, right?

"In what?" He hadn't appreciated the agents' presence either, but for a different motive than Nat's: he believed they were touching the lovely Mrs. Julia Brown in an ungentlemanly manner.

"That's exactly what I'm going to find out", she said decidedly, and turned to face him. He looked lost, but she was very certain. And calm. And controlled. "Go fetch Mom. She'll know what to do." He didn't move. "NOW!" Okay, maybe she wasn't that calm.

She left him and spurted in the agents' direction. When they noticed her, some of them touched their weapons, but her dad clarified who she was. "Hold your horses! This is my daughter!"

"You're coming with us too, young lady." One of them informed coldly.

"Don't you flocking dare touch me, you sleety head!"

Not sure if he should be offended or if the young woman needed a psychiatrist (probably both, the agent concluded quickly), the man, who was now holding Nat's arm, decided to ignore her words and forced her into entering a second SUV, which had been parked before the first one.

Then Nathalie, Robert, Carlos and Grandma were gone.

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