The sound reverberates around the room.
Sixteen
Hudson
I couldn't let anyone else drive, I needed to get to Mia. My foot was pedal to the metal for the entire drive. My rage is taking over me and I’m ready to kill. This bloodthirstiness is something I haven’t felt in a long ass time. It’s back in full force and I’m going to let it consume me, just as soon as I have Martin in my grasp.
David had my phone on while I was driving, we were watching everything unfold in the house. We watched as he shot my dad, heard him baiting Mia to come out of the office or my dad would die. I've never been so proud of my girl. She kept her cool and stayed hidden. She did exactly as I had asked. When that fucker splintered my office door I knew that there wasn't much time left. I was three minutes out and I needed to get there sooner rather than later.
I listened to every word he said to her. God my fucking woman is amazing, she kept him talking, I watched as she backed herself into the wall but she still kept talking to him as though she wasn’t afraid. She found out everything I wanted to know from my mom. Mia was right, mom had no idea that he was using her. I get that she's pissed that we are going after the man she has feelings for, but she has to realize that he has killed people close to us. There’s no way he’s ever getting away with his life.
David, Aaron, and I are quiet walking into the house, not wanting to alert him that we are here. Rory is outside checking on Coby, Dylan, Ronald, and Cormac. Thankfully as I passed them I did a glancing sweep of them all, each one of them have shots to their arms, none are life threatening.
As we enter the house, I see Jagger on the floor, a gunshot to his arm, he’s losing blood but he’s going to be okay. He’s sitting up and alert. As soon as he spots us, he gets to his feet. As we sweep through the house he follows us. Aaron stops and checks on dad, he's got a gunshot wound to his right thigh and one in his gut. He’s pale and sweaty, it’s not a good sign.
Mia tells Martin that mom’s going to hate him when she finds out that he used her. I watch in slow motion as he lifts his gun and points it at her, telling her that she’s wrong, that my mom knows a lot more than Mia thinks. I don’t even hesitate, I lift my gun and raise it at the back of his head.
Bang
I fire a shot, watch as Martin goes down, crashing to the floor with a loud thud. My eyes are on Mia, her face etched in pain. I'm moving toward her as she slides down the wall.
“Mia talk to me!” I demand, I can’t get to her quick enough.
“Hudson something is wrong,” she cries, her hands rubbing her bump. “Pain in my stomach.” She's finding it hard to talk, like the breath has been taken from her.
“Is it the baby?” I question as I reach her.
She nods. “He's not moving, and I’m in so much pain,” she whimpers.
I clench my jaw as I see the blood on her pants. “Where have you been shot?” I ask her just seeing the blood is making make me lose my mind.
She frowns, deep lines form in his forehead. “I haven't been shot.”
What the hell? “Mia, you’re bleeding. Where are you bleeding?” I search over her body, trying to find where the hell the blood is coming from.
She glances down between her legs, a blood curdling scream erupts from her lips. “Hudson, our baby!”
“Get a fucking ambulance!” I yell, I thought I knew what fear was when Mia was taken, but nothing compares to this right now, knowing that our baby is in trouble is unlike anything I've ever felt before.
“Hudson!” Mia cries, tears rolling down her face. “Is the baby okay?”
I need to tamp down my fear, it’s not helping anyone. I swallow it back and wipe away Mia’s tears with my thumb. “Hey, Princess everything is going to be okay. We're going to get you to the hospital. Don't worry.” Even though I say the words to calm her down, I don’t believe them. She’s almost seven months pregnant, it's not good, it's too early.
“We never said what you wanted to call him.” She’s talking in the past tense, that sounds like he's gone.
I shake my head, never wanting to hear her say that ever again. “Mia, he's going to be okay. You are going to be okay. We are going to get you to the hospital, and get you checked out. This is probably stress don't worry, just take deep breaths.” Fucking hell, everything is not okay but there’s nothing else that I can say right now.
She gives me a tired smile. “I love you so much.” She’s panting, sweat coating her brows.
I pull her into my arms. “Princess, I love you too.”
“Boss, ambulances are on their way. They’re two minutes out. Coby called them when we arrived,” Aaron says, I have no idea where the hell he is, nor do I give a fuck. My focus is right where it should be, on Mia.
“Is your dad okay?” She pants, her gaze going to the door.
“Look at me, Princess,” I tell her, not wanting her to see my dad right now, he’s not in good shape and seeing him could make her worse. She looks at me, worry clouding those gorgeous eyes of hers. “He’s doing okay, you two will probably be next to each other in the hospital.”
“They’ll need to make a wing for everyone here,” David laughs at his own joke.
Mia’s eyes widen. “Did he just make a joke?”
I shake my head. “Yeah, it's very rare but he does make them. Although they’re not that great.” I’m glad that she’s focused on something else than her pain right now.
“Is he dead?” she questions, her face is no longer etched in pain as it was when she was going down the wall. Her breathing is no longer labored, I want to see if she's bleeding but I don't want to move her. Waiting for EMT’s is like waiting for an eternity.
“I don't know, and honestly I don't care. After everything that asshole has done he deserves to die.” I tell her, glancing back and seeing that fucker lying flat on the floor. He hasn’t moved since I shot him, then again, I’m not surprised. My aim is fucking true, I never miss my target.
She hums. “Is your mom doing okay?”
There is something about this woman, she always manages to catch me off guard, she always says something I wouldn't expect her to in a time where most would panic.
“She's angry,” I bite out. She shouldn’t be fucking angry with me.
She grins. “Let me guess, you're pissed that she’s angry at you and you think she should be angry that she was played.”
I ignore her smug smile. “Right now I’m focusing on you. The quicker the EMT’s get here the better.”
She narrows her eyes at me, her lips pursing into a thin line. “Hudson, you better not be rude to the EMT’s. They're going to try and help us, they don't need you making the job harder.
“As if I would.” They just need to hurry up.
“They’re here, as are the cops,” Aaron shouts and relief washes through me, and of course the fucking cops are here.
“Deal with the cops, if they want to talk to me, they can follow us to the hospital,” I say loud enough for everyone to hear.
“Hudson.” Mia glares at me. “Please be nice,” she asks and I nod just as the EMT’s rush into the bedroom.