“I am right here and I can hear you,” Hudson smirks, he loves that people think he’s a monster, if they knew the truth, they’d be shocked. Being the boss is only one side of him, the other side is a side he shows to very few, I get to see it every day.
“Mr Brady…” Josie stutters, “Why am I here?”
Hudson’s smirk turns sadistic. “You’re here because he is a dirty cop.”
She gasps. “No, you’re mistaken, he’s not. Clive is a good man.”
Hudson laughs. “He cheated on you and you call him a good man? You’re deluded, he’s a liar and because of him, innocent people have died. Because of him, my woman was taken.”
She shakes her head. “I know that he cheated, but he wouldn't hurt anyone, he wouldn’t let someone die.”
“Tell her,” Hudson demands, his voice deep and unforgiving.
“I don’t know what you want me to say.” He’s a fucking coward, I can tell he’s lying, he just won’t admit it.
“That you are working with Martin, that you have helped him escape my clutches.” Hudson’s losing his patience, his words are clipped. Mr Johnson doesn’t have long before someone gets hurt and I have a feeling it won’t be Clive that will be feeling the wrath of Hudson.
“If he was helping him escape you, how was it a bad thing? A lot of people deserve to live Mr Brady, you don’t need to kill anyone,” Josie tells him, she’s trying to help her husband. I commend that, I’d do the same for Hudson but she’s digging herself a bigger whole.
“Let me enlighten you, Mrs Johnson.” The way he says her name makes my skin crawl, the anger is palpable. “Your husband,” he spits. “Helped a man kill a nineteen year old girl, he also helped him cover up the death of a seventeen year old, a girl who he had kidnapped three years prior, not only that, since then he has set fire to a house, trapping a woman inside, killing her in the process and only last night he shot two innocent women, injuring one and killing another.”
She gasps, getting to her feet. “Clive?” she questions, finally she’s starting to realize that her husband isn’t as innocent as she’s been led to believe.
“Josie,” Mr Johnson cries, “Listen to me, he’s lying.”
“Have you helped this man?” she questions, her voice strong, there’s no more tears, she’s angry. Anger is good, it’ll help her see the truth.
When Mr Johnson doesn’t answer her, Jagger helps him out, his hand presses down on his broken leg. It snaps and I cringe, God, he’s broken it even more. Mr Johnson cries out.
“You’d better answer her Clive, otherwise, there’ll be more snapping,” Hudson tells him, he’s reigned in his anger.
“Fine,” he yells. “Fine.” He’s breathing hard and shallow. “Yes, I’ve helped him.”
“Did you know what he’s been doing?” Josie asks and I stare at her in disbelief, why? Why the hell is she asking such stupid questions? There’s no way he didn’t know about what Martin was up to.
Again, Clive doesn’t answer her, his silence speaks volumes.
“Oh God, what have you become?” Josie questions, utter disgust in her voice. “When did you turn into this monster?”
“I was sick of him getting away with everything. The missing men, the enemies that vanished into thin air, and nothing ever traced back to him. He’d come up clean as a whistle every single time. Even his club is legit.”
Hudson scoffs. “So you thought you’d work against me? That you’d bring me down?”
“You need bringing down,” Clive yells and Jagger presses down on his leg once again, his scream fills the air. “He does, he’s evil, and how do you manage to always get away with it?”
Hudson raises his brow. “I have no idea what you are talking about. I’ve not done anything criminal until this very moment. But who are you going to tell? Hmm? Your colleagues? Once they find out what you have done, the murders that you are responsible for, do you really think they’ll put you on the stand to testify against me? My attorney is too good for that, he’ll discredit you with just one sentence. Let me make myself very clear Mr Johnson, because of your actions the woman I love was hurt, hurt beyond your comprehension and for that I’ll never forgive you.” Hudson raises his gun, its aim pointed at Clive.
“What?” Clive blubbers. “Who?”
“You have someone you love?” The softer tone of Josie makes Hudson glance at her, “What happened to her? Did she die?”
“No, she didn’t die,” Hudson grinds out.
Josie nods. “She was assaulted.” It’s not a question.
“I’m sorry, how is she doing?”
“Better than I expect, but there’s times that she’s not. Now because of your husband, her mother was killed this morning.” He releases a harsh breath and turns his attention back to Clive. “How many times does she have to take the hit because you’re a pussy?”