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“Please, for the love of God,” I whimpered as I dialed his number again as Judah began to squirm and cry, likely picking up on my panic, on my desperation.
No, he might not have had any fondness toward Warren. But he also had no actual fear, either.
So if Warren found him, he wouldn’t raise a stink if he got taken.
But that would only happen if I was dead.
No way in hell was he getting my son otherwise.
A sick feeling swirled in my stomach as I tried to make my way down the steep, narrow basement steps without my hands to grab the rail.
I had to believe that, should I not make it through this, that Aurelio would still fight to save my son, to get him away from the monster that fathered him.
I could be at peace with that.
Judah being raised by Aurelio.
He would be in good hands.
With a ton of people to protect him.
“Hello?”
His voice surprised me enough that I almost dropped the phone as I stood at the lower landing, looking around helplessly, seeing nowhere truly safe to keep Judah from doing something stupid like climbing the stairs.
“He’s here,” I choked out, voice catching. “He’s here. He’s coming for us,” I told him as the tears rushed down my cheeks.
“Fuck,” Aurelio growled, then told whoever he was with what was happening.
That was good, I reminded myself.
He had backup.
They would all come.
They’d save my son.
“I’m coming, angel. Just hold on,” he said, and I could hear voices, then noises, as he, I figured, ran. “Where are you? What’s going on? Where’s my guard?”
“They shot him,” I cried, making my way back upstairs, knowing that there was no escape from the basement.
I had to go up.
“He’s down and… and… and Warren saw me,” I said as I made my way back into the kitchen, hearing a slamming noise coming from the front. “They’re trying to break down the door.”
“Okay. Listen to me,” Aurelio said, voice calm, as I heard the beep before an engine purred to life. “He’s going to get in.”
“What?” I squeaked as I eyed the door that was shaking as they rammed into it.
“That door isn’t going to hold. Get upstairs. Into my bedroom,” he demanded.
The thought of going anywhere near that door filled me with dread.
But there was no back staircase.
I had to do it.
Grabbing Judah more tightly, I took off at a dead run, wincing as the door rattled in its jamb, then tearing up the stairs so fast I almost missed a step.
