Page 47 of Overdosed: Her Dark Side
My blood ran cold. In an instant, adrenaline-fueled every fiber in me.
“What the fuck. Charles?” I hissed, assessing the hallway covered with the blood of my men. Charles Moretti, my supposed ally was pointing a gun to my chest. Behind him five or more of his men. My gaze landed on the guy from the restaurant, Austin, if I remembered right. He had a gun pressed at the back of his head, all bruised. He looked at me with horror in his eyes.
“Shane, what is it?” Melanie’s voice made my heart skip a beat, reminding me she was here too. Our daughter was here.
“Don’t come closer, Melanie,” I warned, stopping her with my hand.
She furrowed her brows, concern painting her face.
Charles grinning in a twisted way. “Come with us and nothing bad will happen to your woman and daughter. I want only you, Shane. But if you try any tricks, I’ll kill you all,” he threatened, his smirk widening as he pressed the gun to my chest with force.
“Shane.” Melanie started panicking.
“Melanie, please. Stay where you are and don’t do anything.” I glanced at her, it was visible she didn’t know what to do, and her heart was breaking. So was mine.
I quickly calculated all the possibilities in my head. My men were dead. Wyatt was nowhere to be seen. I had no choice but to do what Charles fucking Moretti say. I couldn’t have risked the safety of my family.
“I’ll go with you but if a single hair falls off her head, I’ll fucking bury you alive. Even if I had to come back from dead,” I hissed, staring straight into Charles’ eyes.
“Fine by me,” Charles replied before he signaled his men to capture me. I took a heavy breath and I looked at Melanie whose face was covered with tears. “I love you, Melanie. I’ll love you till the end of my days and even after that,” I said, knowing it might’ve been the last time I saw her.
EIGHTEEN
Melanie
Iwas trembling. I didn’t know what to do. I watched the man I loved with all my heart leave the room with a gun pressed to his chest.
What does one do in a situation like this one?
I burst into tears.
Certainly, not that.
But I couldn’t help my fear. The thought that it could’ve been the last time I saw him, the man I was just picturing my future with. The man without whom, I could not breathe. It was devastating.
I took a few deep breaths and wiped the tears away. Shaking uncontrollably, I ran to Hope’s room. She was sleeping. Safe and sound. Thank God. Yet my heart wouldn’t stop racing. I caressed her gently, but my hand was trembling so much I couldn’t keep it in place. I didn’t know what to expect. These men could come back and shoot us both. I felt so shattered. I just got Shane back, I couldn’t lose him once again. If I could, I would do anything to get Shane back. Anything.
I grabbed my phone from my purse and hardly managed to dial the only number that came to my mind.
“Well, well. To what do I owe this call?” Anders’ voice rambled through the speaker.
“Shane got kidnapped,” I blurted, trying to catch my breath. The fear was suffocating.
“What?” Anders’ tone changed; it was more serious now. “Are you joking?”
I shook my head, struggling to speak. “Please help me, Anders. You’re the only person who can do something. Please.”
“I’ll send our men from Miami to get you. They’ll take you to a safe place,” he stated with a solemn tone. “Lock the door and don’t open it to anyone else.”
I nodded, though he couldn’t see it, and ran to the door with the phone still to my ear.
“They’ll tell you our secret code, blue sky. Only open the door after they say it, you hear me?”
“Yes.” My voice cracked.
“I’ll be with you soon, Melanie,” he said and hung up the call.
What an irony that the only person who could help Shane was his enemy number one, his brother.
