Wife's Bitter Revenge Against Neglectful CEO Husband-Chapter 144: Desparate Dad

Alec

"So now what?" I asked.

Jake said, "Now, we take the place of the doctor and rescue Colby."

"How? Not one of us is capable of dropping six inches in height and thirty pounds at minimum on demand," I said.

Min smiled, "People don’t see me. I can be whoever I want to be. Once I put on a surgical mask and gown, they will accept whoever I say I am."

"Oh, come on, Min, you are a god in my eyes, but even you can’t do that."

"I can long enough to get close to Colby. Once I’m close to him, no one can stop me from taking him out of here, particularly with Jake at my back."

"Show me how to do it, then. At least I know the medical terminology and have basic medical skills. Do you know how to remove and IV?"

Jake said, "No. You either go to Kahlil’s office and wait it out there, or you go to the hotel because as soon as Min makes a break for it, Eugene’s men are set to come through the front gates like a swat team. We’re taking those other kids with us too."

"I’m capable of more than you give me credit for," I insisted.

Jake lost patience. "Would you rather I lock you up with the doctor to wait it out until the cops come to do cleanup? Because that is your only other option. I’m not going to be responsible for Teela losing someone else she loves, and I don’t have time to initiate you on the rest of the plan. Choose. Now."

He didn’t blink as I tried to stare him down. Dammit. I hated being treated like a kid who needed special treatment regardless of the reason. This was as infuriating as when I hurt my ankle, and everyone told me to stay off it.

Min touched my arm. "Hey, your friend will need your support. We are walking out of here with possibly his son’s only chance of survival. Take care of Kahlil."

Jake handed me his two-way earbud. Mine were only for transmitting. Not sure why. Maybe I was still on a need-know status. I slipped it in my ear.

Teela said, "Alec, please follow Jake’s instructions. If anyone can make this plan work, it is him. We are facing enough obstacles without you fighting us, too. Okay? Please?"

"Okay."

"I’ve already contacted King. He is working with the same donor resources he used to find Bea a kidney. We will do everything we can to make sure Micah survives. I have an ambulance and jet on the way to transfer Kahlil and his family, including Micah, to a state-of-the-art medical facility far from Bright Future. We’ll make sure his family stays safe during the fallout."

"Thanks, Teela, I’ll let Kahlil know."

I gave Jake back his earbud and quietly left for Kahlil’s office.

This shit show sucked. I wished we’d never gotten involved. I especially wished I didn’t know I was possibly choosing between the survival of two innocent children who both deserved to live.

Kahlil was alone in his office, reviewing documents on his desk.

"Is the tour over?" Kahlil asked.

"It is."

"What did you think?"

"You have an impressive setup here. A king would feel comfortable staying here."

"That is the intention."

"Listen, can we talk?"

Kahlil looked at his watch. "I have a little time. Good news, brother, a donor was found. Micah is going into surgery this afternoon."

"About that. We need to talk."

"Kahlil, I can’t let the surgery happen. I hope you can understand."

"Alec, Micah is my son, I hope you can understand that. I won’t let anyone stop it."

Kahlil pressed the intercom button on his desk and called for security.

"Kahlil, don’t do this. You know it is morally wrong to take one life to save another."

"He is my flesh and blood. Losing him will kill his mother, the woman I adore above all others. I can’t let her go through that. I’ve invested half my life savings into this place and finding the perfect donor. You can’t stop me now that we are so close."

"So, you do know what is going on here."

"I’m no fool, Alec. Of course, I do. My father and I have worked for years to bring this place up to a standard of perfection where we trust these doctors to save my boy. My father recruited head—or should I say heart hunters—from around the globe to find a match. When we found Colby, we were elated, but then Micah came down with pneumonia. By the time he recovered, Colby had a blood infection after a spinal fluid tap. I could have killed the doctor who thought he could scrounge more material from Colby when I needed him for Micah, but what was done was done.

"We continue like that for over two years. Either one or both of the boys were not fit for the surgery, but now, all conditions are perfect, but even if they weren’t, the simple fact you are nosing around tells me we have run out of time."

Three security guards showed up with batons drawn.

"What? Are you going to have them beat me down? Is that how you plan to protect your child?"

"If that is what it takes, or you can sit on the couch quietly and stay out of the way. We will disappear as soon as Micah is out of surgery and can travel. This place can rot for all I care, but not before the surgery."

"There won’t be a surgery, Kahlil. I promise you that. You don’t think I came here alone, do you? Check outside the compound gates. Speak with the local authorities. I only came in alone to protect you from the fallout that is about to happen."

"Then you are a fool. Men, keep him here until I give the word. I’m going to my son."

"Kahlil, I can’t let that happen."

"How do you plan to stop me? With those puny taekwondo skills you learned at your mother’s side? Do you really think you can take down four grown men? Especially in a walking cast? Because the first thing I will do is attack your injury. You know that, right?"

"It is what I would do." I sighed, half disappointed in the decisions my friend had made and half excited to have the opportunity to work off some of the frustration of being pigeonholed into a safe role in this mission while everyone else was wide open to danger.

Now, I may be in more danger than anyone. I was facing one of the main villains in this operation, and a friend or not, he was desperate to save his son.

"But, Kahlil, my fighting skills are better than when I was a kid sparing with you. Care to try me?" 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

"If only I had the time." Kahlil turned his back on me and headed toward the door. "Take him down, and make sure he doesn’t get up. Don’t kill him, though. He is my friend, after all."

I knew I could call for help. I had the safe word. I knew I could tap my chest twice, and all hell would break loose, but I didn’t want to interfere with the primary mission. If Jake came to save my ass now, Colby was likely dead. I couldn’t be responsible for that.

I moved into a fighting stance and waited for whichever of the guards felt brave enough to move into range first. Yes, I was in a walking boot, but my ankle felt much better, and I had practiced fighting techniques that allowed me to compensate for injuries.

The first idiot who tried raised the baton at me and moved just close enough for me to literally plant the boot in his crotch. When he doubled over, I relieved him of the baton and smiled. Now, I was rocking with hot sauce.

I motioned to the next fellow to take his turn as I assessed how my ankle felt. So far, so good. The next guy was bigger, almost my height but probably fifty pounds heavier. He came at me as if he planned to barrel me to the ground. I moved to one side and swept him past me, landing the baton across his ass as an added incentive not to get up.

The third guy was less inclined to take me one-on-one. After all, his buddies weren’t looking so good right now. The second guy was slowly getting up from the floor. He had an ugly knot on his forehead. The third guy pulled out a stun gun. I could handle baton actions, but I wasn’t sure how effective my skills would be against a stun gun, so I swept his feet out from under him and darted toward the door.

The first guard may have been in pain, but he valued his job enough to catch me by the ankle and slowed me down enough for Guy Two to regained his footing. His face was as red as the knot on his forehead.

I gave Guy One a foot to the jaw as I managed a cartwheel that freed me from his grasp and got me closer to the door. I was about to open the door when it swung open and—