“Do it. I’ll wait,” Adam Langley said while people were talking in the background. Half of the field office in Louisville was already on this. Ian walked back to Lana and Doctor Hayworth.
“Doctor Hayworth, can you get him stable enough to be transported?”
“What? You mean like…now?” The tall, dark-skinned man blinked at Ian.
“Ideally, yes.”
“Ian, what…” Lana asked, but Ian stopped her with a shake of his head. She kept quiet but frowned at him.
“Can you get him stable enough to be transported? Now. For a five-hour flight.”
“I…I don’t know.”
“Then go and ask, please.” The doctor rushed through the doors, and Ian held up his phone again. “You think this is a good idea?”
“I think it’s the only way to help Michael Altmann,” his supervisor said on the other end of the line. “If we do this, we need to act now.”
It took Dr. Lewis Hayworth five minutes to return with another doctor, dressed in sterile clothes. “You must be kidding me, Agent. You want to take him on a five-hour flight?”
“Is it possible or not?”
“We stopped the internal bleeding, but his spleen and one kidney are severely damaged. We could stabilize him enough to give you a window of maybe seven hours before his organs will start failing. Also, it’s a huge risk.”
“I’m aware of the risk, Doctor.” Ian took a deep breath and prayed that they made the right call. “Do it. The FBI helicopter is already on its way. We’re leaving in two hours, and the hospital is already informed. They’re waiting for us.”
“Which hospital?” the doctor asked immediately, but Ian shook his head.
“A good one. That’s all I can tell you.”
“I’ll go with you,” Doctor Hayworth suddenly said, and Ian wanted to repeat his warning, but Hayworth shook his head. “No. This kid needs to live, and I’m going to make sure that he survives this flight.”
“I’ll fly, too.”
“Lana…”
“I’m going, Ian.”
“Fine.” Ian sighed and closed his eyes for a second before he looked from his girlfriend to Doctor Hayworth. “Ok, people. Time for Michael Altmann to die.”
Chapter 1
Henry
“Do you want your Daddy to give you special rubbies?”
“Yes, please, Daddy. I’ve been so good.” Adrian wiggled his ass and grinned. “I’ve been the bestest Boy ever.”
His Daddy laughed and gently caressed his Little’s cheek. “Yeah, you were good today.”
“Oh, please, Daddy.”
With a sigh, I saved the document and closed the window. Today was one of those days where writing cute and mushy age play stories only made me sad. There were times I loved writing these stories. It provided a much-needed distraction that only my alter ego, Little Boy Blue, could give me. Mainly I wrote dark and twisted psychological thrillers. Researching and writing those books did not make for a happy mindset. However, writing sweet books all about age play was light and cheerful, and it balanced me.
Lately, though, I had been feeling so jealous of my Little characters because they all got what I so desperately wanted. A Daddy who loved, cherished, and adored them. In my books, every Little got his perfect Daddy and a happily ever after. But for me? Nope, not going to happen. I would never find a Daddy with all my medical issues. Daddies didn’t want Little Boys with medical problems. My research showed a majority of Daddies and Boys without issues, basically a perfect Little. No matter what I searched for, I failed to find a Daddy with a broken Little like me. Perhaps someday I could write a book about a Little with medical issues. Maybe when I found my Daddy.
Charlie, my cat, seemed to sense my sadness because he got up from his usual place on my lap and nudged my chin with his head. He was the only one in my life who didn’t notice how broken I was, and whose love was unconditional. Well, that wasn’t true. I did have my auntie, Ava, and my publisher, Owen Walker. The sad truth was, they were the only people in my life. Ok, there were three people if I counted Ava’s boyfriend, Miles.
Woohoo, I have three people and my cat that care about me.
It was pathetic and sad. But that was my life. An author who lived a hermit’s life tucked away in my apartment, having his groceries delivered and never going out. As if Auntie Ava read my mind, a message popped up on my computer.
Auntie: It’s Wednesday.
Sighing, I scratched Charlie’s head and gently tried to get him to lie down again so I could reply.
Me: Wow, Auntie, that’s great. That means that it’s the middle of the week, and tomorrow is Thursday. Are we going to start on my colors tomorrow?
Auntie: Don’t brat me, young man! It means that it’s Daddies and Littles night at the Rainbow Room, smartass.
Me: I know. You’ve told me for the last 3 billion Wednesdays.
Auntie: And you’re still at home and not going.
Me:How’s Europe?
Miles, Auntie’s boyfriend, had taken her for a trip through Europe, and as far as I knew, they were somewhere in Italy. They were planning on ending the tour in Paris, where Miles planned to propose, and she had no idea. Miles had told me about it when he asked for my blessing. Miles gained my most profound respect after that. Not only because he accepted Ava as the woman she was, but also because he embraced me as his family as well.
Auntie: You’re smart enough to use Google or Wikipedia if you want to know something about Europe, sweetie.
Auntie: So, what is this week’s excuse for staying home and not going.
Me:Who said I’m not going? It’s only 4 pm here.
Auntie: I’m going to call Des at seven sharp, and if you’re not there, I’ll have him come get you.
Grrrr.Why is she always bothering me about this?
Deep down, I guess I understood why she pushed me. She thought I might find my Daddy and get to have a family of my own.
