Page 114 of Unravelling The Hitman: A BWWM Romance

And even in the midst of my insanity, if Angel asked for anything I’d move mountains and the sea to give it to her.

I tugged the beer bottle back up, but before I could drown my misery in liquor, I heard a cry from the monitor. Exchanging the beer for the screen, I studied the footage.

Reid lay on his side, his face squashed in a pained cry. I scrambled up and sprinted into the bedroom.

“Reid?” I scooped him into my arms.

He was hot to the touch.

Panic clawed its way to prominence, but I pushed it back.

Reid needed me. I didn’t have time to unravel.

“Is somewhere hurt, buddy?” I asked. Moving to the First Aid kit, I pulled out the thermometer and pressed the button. Reid’s cries had simpered down now that I held him, but his temperature was an abominable number.

The hospital.

I had to get my son professional care.

It was moments like these that I cursed this island. Reid needed help, but I’d driven us so far from civilization that it would take twenty minutes to get to the mainland and even more than that to find the hospital.

With no other choice before me, I grabbed his baby bag and threw his necessities into the depths. Stopping long enough to type a short text to Miguel, I ran with Reid to the pier and held him in one arm while I tried to wrangle the rope tying the vessel to the dock.

Footsteps clattered over the wooden panels. I glanced up and saw Miguel flying toward us, his eyebrows creasing in distress.

“Get on,” he signed. “I’ll do this.”

“Thank you.”

He ignored me and focused on releasing the rope.

I climbed on and set Reid in his life vest before strapping him into his baby seat. He started crying again and I could feel my nerves snapping tight as a whip.

I looked out at the dark and silent sea. Dangerous. Deadly calm. If I made one bad move, we could get lost out here and it would be too late to take Reid to the hospital. Or worse, we could capsize.

I squeezed my eyes shut and forced the ‘father’ side of my brain to turn off. When on a mission, there were so many things that could go wrong. I’d learned to focus on what I could control and piss off from the rest.

Reid needed that side of me tonight.

Forcing my hands to the wheel, I tore out of the dock and set my gaze on the pitch-black horizon.

We would get to San Pedro without incident.

Reid would see a doctor.

Everything would be okay.

There was no other option.

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Angel

My dad was okay. I heard his laughter before I’d even stepped into the hospital room. It sounded hearty and full of life.

I pushed the door aside. “Dad?”

The moment I saw him, I got walloped with a truckload of emotions. Tears trickled from eyes I thought would be too tired to release another drop given how much I’d wept over Deacon lately.

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