Feeling like she was being torn apart by the tremors racing through her, Natalya turned her phone on speaker.
“Diego?” she asked.
“Just got the call. Write this address down.” He quickly rattled off an address. “They want the money dropped there. As soon as they’ve picked up the money and gotten away safely, they’ll call me with an address to collect Mateo from. Although I’d be willing to bet that I never get that call. I’m still working on trying to find where they’re holding him.”
Natalya barely held back her cry of denial.
Aedan squeezed her hand hard. “Rogan will find him.”
He had to.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”Stanton swore through the phone. “Miguel was hit! It was a fucking ambush!”
Aedan started swearing quietly as he listened to Stanton speak to Samantha who was coordinating everything.
Beside him, Natalya was tense. This had to be torture for her.
“I’ll live,” Miguel replied, his voice tight with pain.
“If we hadn’t had the others there watching, we’d be dead right now. Are they all okay?”
“I’ve had confirmation from all of them,” Samantha said. “They’re making to the rendezvous point. But, boss?”
“Yeah?” Stanton barked.
“Got some bad news.”
“Christ. More? I’m taking Miguel to the hospital. This is more than a flesh wound.”
“They must have ditched our bags because the trackers haven’t moved in the last five minutes,” she said.
“So we’ve lost them and the money. Fuck What about the boy? Did Diego get a call from them?”
Natalya sucked in a small breath.
“Nope. Nothing yet. Wait, I’ve got a call coming through. Rogan?”
Had they found him? Please, let them have found him. Aedan drew Natalya against him, holding her tight.
“Thank God!” Samantha turned to smile at them both.
“Rogan’s got him?” Aedan asked.
“What is it?” Stanton snapped.
“MacGuire found the boy. He’s safe.”
Thank fuck.
Natalya let out a small cry, collapsing against him. He held her tight. “Rogan has him, Lovely. It’s all right. It’s all over.”
He didn’t give a shit about the money. While he wanted the assholes who did this to pay, Mateo’s safety was top priority.
“Get out of there,” Stanton ordered. “All of you. Go to the rendezvous point. We’ll follow as soon as we can.”
“Roger that.”
Natalya gazeddown at her sleeping son, feeling like she could breathe properly for the first time since he was taken.