His Nanny Mate (Moana and Edrick Morgan) novel Chapter 192

Edrick

Ethan continued to hold the gun firmly up against Moana’s head. In the white blow of the bright spotlight that was trained on us, I could see the way that Moana’s red hair was stuck to her neck from sweating as her adrenaline surged through her. The ropes that held her to the hard metal chair in the middle of the floor crossed over her belly, restricting the little life inside of her. Seeing her like this made me feel physically sick, and if Ethan didn’t have a gun in his hand, then I would have ripped him to shreds as soon as I saw what he had done to her.

“Just let them go, Ethan,” I pleaded as I took another tentative step forward.

However, Ethan just pushed the gun harder into Moana’s temple.

“You’re a liar,” he said through his teeth. “I know that you and your mother had something to do with it, too. Don’t take me for a fool, Edrick. Your family has done nothing but brought me pain, and now I’ll make you feel the same pain.”

“Ethan, I seriously have no idea what you’re talking about,” I said. “My mother loved you like you were her own son. Sure, you and I never got along, but I would have never wanted your mother to die. I would never wish that sort of pain upon you.”

Ethan stared at me for a few moments with the gun still pressed up against Moana’s head and his arm wrapped firmly around her neck. Thankfully, as I spoke his grip seemed to loosen, allowing Moana to finally draw in a deep breath. Beside her, Ella continued to sleep. I could see now that Ella’s chest was rising and falling gently, which filled me with immense relief; Ethan must have put her under a spell to make her sleep. I was glad that she wouldn’t have to see any of this, and I hoped that she wouldn’t remember anything from this horrible night if I got her out of here.

In the corner, though, Kelly still laid motionless on the floor. I couldn’t tell if she was alive or dead.

“Did you kill Kelly?” I asked, nodding my head toward her.

Ethan chuckled. “Not yet,” he replied.

Good, I thought to myself. As much as I despised Kelly for what she did to Moana in the Rogue district and for how nasty she was, I didn’t want her to die. I knew now that Ethan probably played a rather large role in that whole ordeal, too. For all I knew, he had been whispering bullshit into her ear since the beginning, molding her into this horrible person who hated Moana’s very existence. There was no doubt in my mind that Ethan had orchestrated this entire kidnapping as well, and has probably used Kelly as a pawn.

“Listen,” I said, “Moana and Ella don’t need to be involved in this. They’re both innocent, and I know that you care about both of them, although you won’t admit it right now. So why don’t you put the gun down, and we’ll settle this like men?”

For a few moments, Ethan just stared at me. He seemed to loosen his grip on Moana a little more, but he didn’t seem to fully believe me. He nodded at the cops with his head. “What about them? They’ll just shoot me if I put the gun down.”