TAKEN - Rocky Mountain Bastards (Part 1)

Day 1

Ryan

The sound of helicopter blades cut through the air like a warning I could not ignore. Cold wind pushed through the cracked window, slicing into my chest like guilt. Below us, the Rocky Mountains stretched wider than sin itself. Brutal, endless. A place where secrets got buried deep, if they ever made it back out at all.

She lay a few feet in front of me, barely twenty two and pale as the snow outside. Beautiful in a way that made the violence on her skin feel unreal. Tall, muscled, and delicate, with alabaster skin and ocean blue eyes that would have been striking if they were not half closed. Her long blonde hair was soaked in blood. Not metaphorical. Real. Warm. Sticky. Still drying in the helicopter air.

Cara Navarro.

The CIA called her the princess of the southern death trade. Daughter of a cartel dynasty. Sister to two of the most wanted men alive. A political landmine wrapped in flesh and a single shallow breath.

Right now? She was just a girl on my stretcher, one heartbeat from slipping away.

Two bullets had torn through her. One straight through her chest. I had pulled her back from that edge with a field kit and hands that did not dare shake. The second bullet was still lodged in her uterus. A quiet reminder that she was not stable. Not safe. Not mine to lose.

The only reason she had not flatlined before we reached the helicopter in LA was because they pulled me off a stage at UCLA medical campus mid lecture. I was teaching cardiac surgeons how to save lives. I was not supposed to be airborne above a frozen mountain range with a cartel princess bleeding out at my feet.

But my brothers told me I did not have a choice. So here I am.

Gloves damp. Scrubs wrinkled. Blood drying on my arms as the chopper banked toward Rocky Mountain Elite Hospital. The place where impossible cases went to live or die.

I am Ryan Ashford. Cardiac surgeon. Golden boy of the team. The one patients love, the one who smiles easily, the one who makes people feel safe because I know exactly how to keep their hearts beating. My patients laugh at my jokes. They trust my hands. They do what I tell them without argument. Easy, grateful, pliable patients.

I am used to being the good one. The safe one. The one who fixes instead of destroys.

Damien will operate next. Remove the second bullet. He is the best OB GYN trauma surgeon in the entire northwestern US. Cold. Steady. Untouchable. Calden will handle psych follow ups. Liam will handle interrogation with his usual quiet brutality. Four brothers. One goal. Keep her alive. Make her talk. With any means necessary. The kind of mission doctors are not meant to be part of.

And I knew what that meant with the CIA involved.

But as I looked at her. Blue lips. Shallow breath. Blood staining her hair. I felt something I had not felt in a very long time.

Uncertainty.

She was small, fragile looking, and beautiful enough to trick my brain into a familiar pattern. The one where patients smile at me from behind oxygen masks. Soft around the edges. Grateful. Ready to follow every instruction because they believe I am the safest place in the room.

I expected her to be like that too. Sweet. Cooperative. Easy to guide. Easy to save.

I had no idea how wrong I was.

This mission was not medicine anymore. It was manipulation. Politics. Power. The CIA did not want her healed. They wanted her broken. They wanted answers only pain could extract. And I was trapped in the middle. The man sworn to do no harm, asked to keep her alive so others could tear her apart piece by piece.

Her hand slipped off the stretcher rail.

Fuck.

I was not supposed to be part of this. Not again. Not ever.

I save lives. I fix what is broken. I do not hold someone in place while my brothers dismantle her future and call it justice.

The Rocky Mountains rose closer. Sharp and unforgiving. The helipad a dark mark against the white, waiting like a throat ready to swallow her whole. Or maybe swallow me.

And as we descended, a single question pushed up through the weight in my chest.

Was I still her doctor?

Or had I just become her jailer?