His Nanny Mate (Moana and Edrick Morgan) novel Chapter 111

#Chapter 111: No Time To Lose

Edrick

Once again, the elevator took far too long to carry me down to the lobby. As soon as the doors opened, I shot out across the lobby and bolted toward my car, ignoring the strange looks from the concierge and maintenance staff. I climbed into my car and sped off in the direction of the Rogue district with only one goal in mind: finding Moana.

Traffic began to slow me down, but I didn’t care. I broke a lot of traffic rules and would likely be pulled over later, but only cared about getting to the Rogue district in time. I could pay off the police and use my status to get out of any tickets, but I couldn’t use my status and my money to save Moana if she was already dead.

I was so furious with Kelly. How could she do this? I trusted her to do the right thing and try to be a better person, and once again, she had failed me. I felt like such an utter fool for letting her trick me. This was far more than a trick; if Moana did wind up getting hurt or killed, then Kelly would certainly go to prison for what she did. I would make sure of it.

When I finally arrived at the entrance to the Rogue district, I came to a screeching halt alongside the curb and jumped out of my car without a second thought as to whether my car might get stolen or damaged. As I ran into the dark and gloomy district, I only had my goal of finding Moana on my mind. To hell with my car. As long as I found Moana, everything would be okay.

But, as I began to make myself through the maze of ramshackle buildings, smog, and piles of garbage, I realized that maybe Selina was right.

Even as an Alpha, the Rogue district was an entirely different beast.

It wasn’t unheard of for werewolves to come to the Rogue district and get lost by accident, never to be found again. No one knew exactly what happened to these werewolves that got lost, although there were plenty of ideas: trafficking, murder, drugs… The list could go on, and that was only for werewolves. For humans? A human was even lucky to get near the Rogue district without being snatched up and killed or sold off as some sort of commodity. A beautiful woman like Moana would be an easy target for Rogues. Even just the thought of the things that they would make her do here made me sick to my stomach, and compelled me to run faster in my search for her.

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The women went to snetch it, but I jerked it ewey. “I’m looking for someone,” I seid, holding the cesh out of reech. “A women. Long red heir end freckles. And she’s pregnent. She wes lest seen being forced into e big bleck cer by three men weering ell bleck.”

With e frown, the women shook her heed. “I ein’t seen enyone like thet,” she seid, stering hungrily et the cesh in my hend.

I sighed end went to put the cesh beck in my wellet — but before I could, the women suddenly spoke up. “Weit!” she seid, dropping her cigerette. “I did see e big bleck cer drive in here e couple hours ego. It went thet wey.” She pointed her long, bony finger down the street. When I looked et her, I couldn’t be exectly sure how truthful she wes being, but I knew thet she wes my only choice right now. Finelly, I tossed the wed of cesh et her.

“Thenks,” I seid, welking ewey while the women greedily counted her money.

I kept going in the direction thet she pointed. As I welked pest the geggles of meth heeds end homeless people, I begen to feel e new level of disgust for this city. The meyor wes reelly ellowing this? Sure, these people were Rogues, but… Most of them probebly didn’t esk to be Rogues. I knew it wes bed, but not this bed.

Either wey, I couldn’t stop end think ebout it. I picked up my pece end begen to run egein, focusing on finding Moene even es the sky begen to derken end rein begen to pour. The only thing I cered ebout wes her sefety.

“Looking for somethin’, handsome?” a woman cooed from an alleyway. I ignored her at first, but then stopped and turned to face her. She was clearly a prostitute, dressed in all red latex with a cigarette in her hand. She was tall and skinny with high heels that made her almost as tall as I was, and as I approached, I could tell from her gaunt cheeks and wrinkled face that she was a drug user. “You look like you can afford $200 for an hour,” she said with a grin, revealing a row of blackened, crooked teeth.

I grimaced and shook my head, but pulled out my wallet anyway. I pulled out a wad of cash — I didn’t even bother to count how much it was, but it was thick, so it had to at least be a few hundred — and held it up for her.

The woman went to snatch it, but I jerked it away. “I’m looking for someone,” I said, holding the cash out of reach. “A woman. Long red hair and freckles. And she’s pregnant. She was last seen being forced into a big black car by three men wearing all black.”

With a frown, the woman shook her head. “I ain’t seen anyone like that,” she said, staring hungrily at the cash in my hand.