Nanny and the Alpha Daddy

#Chapter 192: Gun to a Fistfight

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.”

I shook my head, then turned back to look at the cops. “Why don’t we all put the guns down at once?” I asked.

“Everyone. No one is getting shot tonight. You and I can handle this the old fashioned way: with our fists. No

weapons, no interference.”

There was a long silence. I stared intently at the cops, who looked back at me with disbelief while their guns were

still trained on Ethan. Of course it was risky, but it was the only way to get the gun off of Moana’s head.

Finally, the police chief nodded grimly and slowly laid his gun down on the ground. After a few moments of

hesitation, the other police followed suit; what Ethan didn’t know was that there was a sniper trained on him from

outside, ready to shoot just in case he tried anything. But, surprisingly, he didn’t try anything. Not yet, at least. Much

to my surprise, he set his gun down and released his grip from around Moana’s neck. Moana let out a huge sigh of

relief. I could see that her face was streaked with tears, but they had all dried by now. Later, I would have to make

sure she knew just how brave I thought she was for holding it together; it was clear that she had been distracting

Ethan and stalling for time when we came in. If she hadn’t done that, then both Moana and Ella very well might

have been dead by the time we found the warehouse.

“Untie her,” I said, nodding my head toward Moana. “Ella, too. Untie both of them and let them go over to the

police.”

Ethan hesitated for a few moments. I could tell that he didn’t believe me. He looked at Moana then.

“Ethan, please,” she begged, her voice shaking. “Please. I know you care about us. Please let us go.”

Something about Moana made Ethan do it. Solemnly, he untied both of them; first Ella, then Moana. Ella

immediately jumped up and rushed over to Ella, who she scooped up and carried over to me. I pulled them both

into my arms, feeling Moana sob quietly into my chest.

Realistically, I could have had the police shoot Ethan while he was still standing there. But that night, I was

overtaken with rage at what he had done; I needed to feel his flesh beneath my fists. I wanted to beat him to a

pulp. He had put my fated mate, my daughter, and my unborn child in serious danger. If he thought that he felt

pain when his own mother died, then that pain would feel miniscule in comparison to the pain I was about to inflict

on him. Inside of me, my wolf raged nonstop. He couldn’t wait to sink his teeth into Ethan’s flesh.

“Go and stand with the cops,” I whispered, cupping Moana’s face in my hands and kissing her forehead. “You’re

safe now.”

“You’re not really going to fight him, are you?” Moana asked. “It’s too dangerous—”

“I’ll be fine.” I kissed her forehead again, and reached over to touch Ella’s face. After all of this was over, I decided

then and there that I was going to give both of them the best day in their lives. I didn’t care how much it cost; I just

wanted to show them how grateful I was to have them in my life. I should have made sure that Moana knew that all

along instead of pushing her away.

Hesitantly, Moana carried Ella over to the police. I watched as the police surrounded her, barricading her within

their circle. One of them took Ella, and another wrapped a blanket around Moana to comfort her while she

continued to stare at me with wide, terrified eyes.

“Well?” Ethan said. “Are you gonna fight me or not?”