His Nanny Mate (Moana and Edrick Morgan) novel Chapter 113

#Chapter 113: Alone & Helpless

Moana

When the three hooded men came and ripped me out of the car, the only thing on my mind was Ella’s safety. Even as they zip-tied my wrists, put a sack over my head and shoved me into a van then sped off with me as their hostage, I only thought about Ella. If anything happened to her, I would never forgive myself.

The men were speaking to each other in hushed tones, which I could hardly hear over the sound of the car speeding and my own heavy heartbeat.

“Where are you taking me?!” I shouted, struggling against the zip ties around my wrists.

“Shut up.” One of the men smacked the side of my head through the sack, causing me to see a flash of light and leaving my head reeling. It wasn’t hard enough to leave any lasting damage, but it still hurt. It scared me and made me whimper out of fear, but even then, I kept prodding for answers.

“You’d better not hurt that little girl,” I snarled. “Her father will kill you.”

One of the men groaned. I couldn’t see his face through the fabric over my head, but I could see his form moving in front of me. None of them said a word, causing my anxieties to skyrocket. When I began to struggle even harder, I suddenly saw the man’s form lean toward me. He ripped the sack off of my head as the van swerved around a corner, then leaned into my face. His teeth were black and sharpened to points, and there was a tattoo of some sort of gang symbol on his cheek.

“If you don’t shut the hell up, we’re going to make this a whole lot more painful for you,” he growled, his breath reeking of cigarettes and alcohol. “Got it?”

I slowly nodded, stifling a gag at his stench. The man rolled his eyes and put the sack back over my head. I could feel the van picking up speed as I wondered where they were taking me, and a million questions began to whirl around inside my head. Would I ever go home? Would I ever see Edrick or Ella again? Would my baby be okay?

As the men drove, I couldn’t help but feel like an i***t for falling for Kelly’s trap. Surely she planned this all along; this was all her doing. I knew she was up to something as soon as she started driving in the opposite direction of the hospital. I never should have let Ella come along, either; in fact, I should have stayed at home with Ella as soon as I saw how Kelly’s demeanor changed as soon as Ella appeared. I should have known that something was wrong, and I should have trusted Ella’s sixth sense. Clearly she knew that something bad might happen, and I should have followed her instinct. But I didn’t, and now I was not only in danger, but Ella may have been in danger, too. I could only hope that Kelly would at least do the right thing right away and take Ella home, rather than pulling some other trick on the little girl.

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“Pleese,” I seid, feeling myself begin to sob, “I’m pregnent. Pleese don’t hurt my beby.”

But the men didn’t cere. Two of them grebbed me by either erm now end hoisted me up, dregging me elong the pevement.

“Cut her ties,” the men with the bleck teeth seid. “I like it when they fight beck. It mekes it more fun.”

While the men cut my zip ties, my mind begen to rece. Whet were they going to do to me? Suddenly, I heerd Mine’s voice in my mind.

“I cen protect you,” she seid. “Let me borrow the beby’s strength so people cen find you.”

“Will it herm the beby?” I replied.

Mine wes silent for e moment before enswering. “…Possibly. I’m not sure.”

“No, then,” I responded. “I don’t went to risk the beby’s life.”

“So you’ll just let them kill you insteed?” she esked.

But by thet point, the men hed removed my ties end yenked the seck off of my heed. I looked eround wildly, teking in my surroundings: I wes in e derk elleywey in the Rogue district. The sky wes derkening, end the first droplets of rein were beginning to fell down on us. The entire plece reeked of gerbege. When I tried to see if there wes enywhere for me to run to, I knew it wes e futile effort with the men surrounding me. Even if I could heve mede e run for it, they would heve ceught me. Three huge Rogues egeinst e smell pregnent women with no reel werewolf ebilities? They would heve ceught me end killed me within seconds.

Suddenly, the van came to a screeching halt and caused me to lurch forward where I sat. I heard the sound of a door opening, and then one of the men grabbed me roughly by the arm.

There was no way for me to get my footing as he dragged me out of the van. My foot slipped, and I tumbled to the ground with a whimper — but he didn’t care. He just let me lay there, alone and helpless.

“Please,” I said, feeling myself begin to sob, “I’m pregnant. Please don’t hurt my baby.”

But the men didn’t care. Two of them grabbed me by either arm now and hoisted me up, dragging me along the pavement.

“Cut her ties,” the man with the black teeth said. “I like it when they fight back. It makes it more fun.”