Acts of Mercy: Part 2 – Chapter 31
Acts of Mercy: A Stepbrother Romance (Men of WRATH Book 5)
Five minutes beforeâ¦
My body vibrates with rage, and itâs a damn miracle Iâm holding back.
Weâve rented the room next to the one where the tracker is located, and thanks to our wall listening device, we could hear and record every single depraved word Lynora spat out for the last fifteen minutes.
This entire time Iâve been thinking that our baby was a product of incest when in reality itâs just a baby conceived out of love.
That fucking bitch has caused me pain like Iâve never known, and Iâll be damned if I donât make her pay.
Lynora speaks, her voice grating on me like nails on a chalkboard. âFor one, you wouldnât want to do anything which could bring your baby harm⦠And refusing me, Alyssa, would definitely bring harm to your baby.â
My heart catches in my throat, my vision going red.
The rest of the words spoken are a muffled blur as I nod my head to Sam, letting him know itâs time to break down the door to the adjoining room. The time for action is now.
With one brutal thrust, the flimsy lock breaks and the door goes flying open.
On the ground, my beautiful woman lies tied up and frightened. A sight I never want to see again for as long as I live.
Gun cocked, I lunge for her while shifting my gaze to Lynora.A loud pop reverberates through the room, and a scream from my angel pierces my heart. Without a second thought, I unload on the monster whoâs shot my world to hell.
For her sake, she better pray Alyssa doesnât leave me. Or so help me god, the next bullet to hit her wonât simply be debilitating. Itâll be lethal.
Sam rushes behind Lynora, pulling the gun from her side and securing her arms in cuffs. I only focus my attention on Alyssa and our unborn child once Iâm assured the psycho isnât a threat anymore.
Looking at my woman, I see red. But itâs not from anger, though I feel that in spades. No, thereâs blood pooling beneath her and sheâs passed out cold.
Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck.
âHer leg! Sheâs been shot in the leg.â My words come out more of a howl than an actual sentence, but it sets the room into action. The medic weâd called in for this retrieval rushes over, kneeling down by Alyssa before getting to work.
I close my eyes, suck in a deep breath, and pray. Never have I prayed like I am now, grateful to have the medical expertise thatâs routine in all of our jobs.
But this isnât just any job. Itâs my entire fucking world.
God, please save her. Donât let her die. I canât walk this earth without her.
âLooks like the bullet nicked an artery. I need to get her on the stretcher and to my van where I have my lighting and surgical kit.â
Looking around the room, I see why he wouldnât want to perform the procedure here. This is the furthest from sterile. But from experience on the field I know how sensitive this situation really is. She needs to remain steady and we need to move fast, or sheâll bleed out and Iâll lose her forever.
That wonât do. âSam, Torrence, letâs move.â
Sam hands off a pale-as-fuck Lynora to one of his men before he helps us get Alyssa on a stretcher, the medic continuously applying pressure to her wound until we make it all the way to the car. âHang on baby, weâve got you.â
She needs to pull through. Thereâs no other option. Not one in which I donât tear down the world with my own bloody hands.
Alyssa
âWater. I need water.â My mouth is dry and feels like itâs full of sawdust.
âShhhh. Baby.â Hudsonâs deep voice cuts through my mental fog, pushing me to open my heavy lids. âDrink this.â
He brings a straw to my lips, and I take a grateful pull before taking in my surroundings. Weâre back at home, inside of Hudsonâs bedroom. The bedroom Iâd been sleeping in the past week, with the exception of last night.
A pang of sorrow hits me, realizing Hudsonâs been suffering under the assumption that weâre blood. âHudson, weâre not⦠my motherâ¦â
His hand comes up, fingers brushing gently against my lips and halting my words. âI know, baby. We heard everything she told you in that hotel room. Got it all on tape.â
My eyes widen at this realization. Iâm glad he knows the truth now, but what does that mean for us, for my mother, or for James?
As if hearing my thoughts, Hudson explains. âThatâs why we arenât in a hospital room. With our last name, they would blast this across every news article across the nation. Weâre keeping everything close to the vest, and an officer is coming later to take your statement and pick up whatever evidence we have. As for my dad, not sure what heâll want to do with Lynora once he gets here.â
I feel the color drain from my face, my extremities going rigid. âHeâs not going to kill her, is he?â
Hudsonâs face pulls into a soft smile. âMy sweet girl. Even when your own mother kidnaps you and threatens your life, you still take up for her safety. Youâre too good for her. She doesnât deserve your kindness.â
My eyes tingle, realizing his words make sense, but Iâm unable to feel any other way. I know my mother is a bitch, but sheâs still my mother. âI donât want her in our lives, but that doesnât mean I wish her dead either.â
âDonât worry, Little Red. My dad wonât kill her, but thatâs not to say she wonât feel like dying once sheâs left penniless, her name ruined for our entire social circle to see. I doubt sheâll be a threat to us behind bars and in an orange jumpsuit.â
I shudder, knowing what a shunning of that proportion will do to her. Thatâs what sheâs always lived for. Status. And now that sheâll forever be denied that⦠well, to her, Iâm sure itâs as good as leaving her dead. A fate worse than the life that awaits her in prison.
My hands fling to my stomach, clutching my abdomen protectively. Our baby. What did all of this do to our baby?My eyes water, the promise of tears making them burn. I have so many questions, but my lips cannot form the words to the one question that has the power to ruin me.
Hudsonâs hands cover my own and he gladly puts me out of my misery, saying the words I so desperately want to hear. âThe baby is fine. We had an O.B. come in while you were out, and we heard the babyâs heartbeat. Heâs fine. Not distressed at all.â
His eyes glisten with moisture before flitting to the bag of blood attached to my arm and then back to me. A dull ache settles in my heart at the idea of not having shared that moment with him, but the knowledge that our child is okay is enough to soothe the sting.
âBlood loss is more dangerous because of your current state. As it is, your bodyâs own instinct is to give our baby precedence with its delivery of the precious life-giving liquid. This means that youâre even more depleted after the type of loss that you sustained.â
I suck in a sharp breath, waiting for bad news to arrive. âDoes that mean⦠are you sure the baby is okay?â
âYes. Iâm thankful we had the medic on standby, and he was fully prepared for this type of situation. I wonât lie and say I wasnât scared out of my mind until we were given the all-clear, but I want you to know that itâs all going to be okay. For you and for our baby.â
The back of my lids burn as I feel warm liquid trickle down the front of my face. âIâm so sorry. So sorry for my crazy mother and everything sheâs put your family through.â
âDonât. Donât apologize for that womanâs actions. Yes, sheâs crazy as all get out. And yes, she wronged us all in many ways. But had she not done everything sheâs guilty of, she wouldnât have brought you to me. I wouldnât be holding you here. The knowledge and hope for our future would be nothing but a deep longing. Iâd live life empty, devoid of true happiness, not knowing that somewhere out there lived the key to my fulfillment.â
âHudson.â I lift my shoulders off the bed, trying to reach his mouth, kiss those lips that just uttered the most beautiful words Iâve ever heard.
âNo, baby. You need to rest.â His hands press me back down to the bed. âWe canât have you pulling the stitches the doc put in. Iâm not willing to risk your life for a quick fuck. Weâll have plenty of time for that later.â His eyes heat and his chest heaves. I know the man wants me and the fact that heâs willing to put his own desires off in order to ensure my safety endears me to him that much more.
âI love you, Hudson.â Bringing his hand to my lips, I press a kiss to his open palm.
âI love you too, Little Red. And if you let me, Iâll love you until the day I die.â Lowering himself from the bed and down onto one knee, he takes out a Little Red box, my eyes going wide at whatâs playing out before me. âI was going to wait until you were fully healed, but I canât wait another goddamned second.â
Tears resume their path down my face, and I let out a choked sob. âOh my god, Hudson.â
He lets out a shaky breath, like heâs nervous, like thereâd be a chance in hell Iâd say no. âIâd been planning this for a while, and after everything weâve been through, I think itâs safe to say that thereâs nothing that could ever keep me away.â He chuckles bitterly. âHell, even if what Lynora had concocted was true, Iâd still find a way. Even if I never touched you for the rest of my life, Iâd still find a way to keep you by my side.â
I whisper words of relief, âBut itâs not true. None if it was true.â
âThank fuck, because I need you in every capacity. I need to love you every which way humanly possible. Youâre my world, baby. My fucking universe. I donât want to live another day without calling you mine. My wife, my soul, the mother of our children.â With a free hand he cups the back of my head, bringing our foreheads together. âAlyssa Rogers, will you do me the honor of being my wife?â
âYes. Yes. Oh my god, yes.â My lips fumble over his, salty tears mingling with our kiss as we meld our mouths into one. âI love you so damn much, Hudson. I need you. Forever and always.â
He bites my bottom lip, sucking it in before releasing it with a pop. âForever and always, Little Red.â He takes the ring out of the box and my breath hitches.
Itâs absolutely stunning. I canât tear my eyes away from the cushion cut diamond settled on a delicate antique band as Hudson slides it over my ring finger before bringing it to his lips, placing a delicate kiss to my hand. âForever and always.â