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.

laid motionless on the floor. I couldn’t tell if she

asked, nodding my head toward

“Not

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

care about both of

more, but he didn’t seem to fully believe

all put the guns down at once?” I asked. “Everyone. No one

their guns were still trained on Ethan. Of course it was risky, but it was

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,

toward Moana. “Ella, too. Untie both of them and let them

a few moments. I could tell that he

I know you care