His Nanny Mate (Moana and Edrick Morgan) novel Chapter 191

#Chapter 191: Bullet in the Chamber

Edrick

We finally located the place where Kelly called us from. It was a run-down abandoned warehouse nestled deeply into the Rogue district, where it was so dark that even the lights of the city from afar couldn’t brighten the place. Behind the warehouse were hundreds of stacked storage containers where the shipping boats came up the river and picked up shipments, but other than that there was nothing else; no people, no houses, no cars. Nothing. Long story short, it was the perfect place for a crime like this to be carried out.

The police quietly surrounded the warehouse and got out, drawing their guns. I wanted to feel relieved, but I couldn’t yet until we were certain that Moana and my daughter were safe.

When we burst in through the door, however, my heart sank. What I saw inside of that warehouse was my worst nightmare.

Ethan, my evil half brother, was holding a gun to Moana’s head.

“Put the gun down!” the police yelled, pointing their guns at Ethan as we burst in. “Get down on the ground!”

But Ethan didn’t waver. In a swift motion, he swung around and stood behind Moana with his arm around her neck and the gun to her head. I could see the fear in her wide eyes, and I wanted so badly to run to her. That sick f**k had her tied up in a chair, and beside her my daughter was also tied up. Ella appeared to be sleeping. My eyes moved back to Moana, who shook her head ever so slightly; she was indicating that Ella wasn’t dead. Not yet, at least. I let out a small sigh of relief, but I couldn’t be fully relieved until they were both in my arms.

“If anyone takes one more step, I’ll shoot her,” Ethan snarled, putting his finger on the trigger and causing the cops to freeze. “I’ve already got a bullet in the chamber. Just one wrong move, and I’ll blast her brains out.”

I felt as though my chest was going to explode. Inside of me, Eddy began to rage at the sight of Ethan holding a gun to my mate’s head. I wanted to rip him to shreds, but I knew that I couldn’t. I needed to be tactful about this if I wanted to bring Moana and Ella home that night.

“Ethan,” I said, holding my hands up in surrender and trying not to show my intense and unwavering fury. “Why? Why are you doing this?”

Beside me, I heard a police officer click the safety off on his gun. I held my arm out to stop him and shook my head.

“Don’t shoot,” I said. “No one shoot.”

Suddenly, a low and menacing laugh began to rumble in my half brother’s throat. His eyes, which were usually masked by the fake charm that he used to manipulate people, revealed his true self now. Cold, calculating, and twisted. I always wanted to believe that he wasn’t born like that, that it wasn’t entirely his fault that he was so messed up, but I couldn’t help but think that he was just pure evil from the start; like he was sent here with the sole purpose of destroying my entire family, from my parents to Moana and Ella now.