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“Stop. We don’t know what we’re walking into. This could be a trap. Whoever has her is most likely armed, probably with anarmy of men who’ve been told to shoot without question. We need to be smart about this. I sent Max the location, and he’s gathering information.”
Fuck, I know he’s right. But the idea of us being so close to Ellie and unable to get to her has me shaking.
“Yeah?” Micah says, putting his phone to his ear as two more vehicles arrive with our men inside. “Okay, thanks.”
He hangs up. “He was able to hack into a satellite nearby. There’s an abandoned house about a mile back. Two guys are guarding the front door, two in the back. He can’t see inside, but...”
“But the chances of this being a coincidence is slim. Ellie’s got to be in there.” For the first time in a damn month, I have hope that we’re going to find her.
“Yeah,” Micah agrees as we’re handed Kevlar vests and weapons.
We go over the game plan, with the goal to get in and get out with Ellie—as well as the nurse who Micah believes put her life on the line to deliver the message to Sienna—and then we pile into two vehicles, leaving the others here. Since driving up would tip the guards off and risk Ellie’s captor doing something crazy, we pull over halfway up the road and park, getting out and walking the rest of the way.
Because they’re not expecting anyone to be approaching by foot, we’re able to surround the area. We take out the guards quickly, and Micah and I run in, knowing our men have our backs.
We listen for voices, and once we have a location, we approach the room slowly, careful not to tip off whoever’s here. But when we arrive, and I take in the sight before me, I fear we are in fact too late.
Ellie’s on a medical table, her eyes closed. A doctor is standing over her with a nurse next to him. Another nurse isstanding to the side. And then there’s a man in a suit. I don’t know who he is, but what I do know is that he doesn’t belong, and my suspicions are confirmed when he barks out, “Hurry the fuck up!”
I spot the gun in his hand, aimed at the doctor’s head, and I aim my own gun and shoot, taking the man in the suit out. He flies back, blood and brain matter hitting the wall, and the doctor sucks in a harsh breath.
“Stop!” I demand, but he shakes his head. “Stop, or I’ll shoot you just like I shot him.”
“I-I can’t,” he says. “It’s too late.”
I step further into the room, my gun now aimed at the doctor’s head, and faintly hear someone saying, “All clear,” but my only focus is on the huge gaping hole in Ellie’s stomach.
“What the fuck did you do?” I hiss, ready to blow this fucker to bits.
“Mr. Gutierrez made him,” the nurse rushes out. “The doctor tried to stall, but he forced him to cut her open.”
“Mr...?” I glance at Micah, whose eyes are as wide as mine probably are.
“Eleazar Gutierrez,” the doctor clarifies. “He’s been threatening my family to get me to cooperate. He wanted the baby. I’m so sorry,” he says, his eyes and words pleading with me. “It’s too late. I have to deliver the baby. She’s already been exposed.”
“Fuck,” Micah hisses. “I’m calling an ambulance.”
“Is Ellie okay?” I choke out, brushing several sweaty strands of Ellie’s hair out of her face.
“She’s sedated,” the doctor says. “She’ll wake up soon, but right now, I need to deliver this baby.”
“It’s too early. She’s still got a month to go.”
The doctor nods as he goes back to what he’s doing. “His lungs are developed. It will be okay.”
Micah and I watch as the doctor and nurses work in unison to deliver Ellie’s and my son. I’m not sure what they’re doing, but the moment I see a head full of hair, it feels like my heart leaps out of my chest. A moment later, Donovan’s shoulder and upper body appear, and then the rest of him is pulled out. He’s covered in blood, and I hold my breath, praying he’s okay.
And then the most beautiful sound fills the room when our son lets out a cry for the very first time. The doctor hands him off to the nurse before returning his attention back to Ellie. I’m torn between watching him work on Ellie and making sure our child is okay.
As if Micah can sense my turmoil, he says, “Go make sure your son is taken care of, I’ll watch the doctor.”
“Thank you.”
I go to the nurse, who cleans Donovan off and suctions shit out of his nose. “I don’t have all the equipment to check him here,” she murmurs, “but he looks healthy.” She wraps him in a blanket before extending her arms out to me. “Would you like to hold your son?”
I nod, choked up with emotion. After putting the safety back on my gun and stowing it away, the nurse places my son into my arms. His eyes are closed and he’s whimpering, still with a bit of blood and shit on him, but he’s the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
“Welcome to the world, Donovan Michael Alexander.” His eyes flutter open, as if he already knows his name, and his lips purse together. He lets out a soft cry, and my heart swells inside my chest. I walk him over to Ellie and hold him next to her. “This is your mom. She’s asleep right now, but trust me when I tell you, you’re already her entire world.”
