I smirk. “This doesn’t work like that. You don’t get to ask me questions. Not when you’ve been sleeping with that asshole.”
She’s unable to mask the shock on her face. “How?”
“How did I find out?” She nods. “My men have been searching through Martin’s records. His bank accounts, his cell records, I know every little thing about him. So imagine my surprise when I find loads of calls and texts to your number. Your face on security feeds on hotel getaways you two have been on. So how long, Mom? How long has this been going on?”
She glances away unable to look me in the eye. “A while.”
“That’s not an answer Mom. How long?”
“Five years.” she whispers, turning back to face me.
I glare at her. “Five years? You made out as though Dad was the one that ended your marriage. You played the innocent victim, when you were the one that was cheating.” Disgust laces each and every word I say.
“No, your father was an asshole. He didn’t care about me, he drove me into Martin’s arms.”
“Into the arms of his son?”
Her eyes flash with anger. “I love him.”
I laugh. “You’ve given him everything he could have needed to bring me down. Tell me something, who shot you?”
She narrows her eyes at me. “Martin did.”
“So you love him but he obviously doesn’t love you.” Her eyes are almost slits now. “You don’t shoot the woman you love.”
“If he wanted to kill me, he could have done it.”
I ignore her stupid fucking comment. “You went to him willingly today?”
“Yes,” she bites out.
“Where is he now?” She glances away, fuck, she knows exactly where he is. “Mom, what the fuck is wrong with you? He’s hurt Mia, he fucking raped her and you’re helping him? You’re still fucking him?” I’m utterly disgusted, this is not the woman that raised me.
“He said he didn’t, that it wasn’t him.”
“Are you for fucking real? Mom, the asshole gave her a gift when he found out she was pregnant. He thought my son was his.” I walk up to her. “What the fuck happened to you? My mom would never allow someone to manipulate her the way he is doing.”
She looks me dead in the eye. “Your father broke me.”
“Bullshit,” I fire back. “You gave Dad as good as you got. Yes, he was an asshole and he did things he shouldn’t have, but you never once backed down. If it were dad doing this, there’s no way you’d be sticking up for him the way you are for Martin.”
Her lip trembles, I’ve hit a nerve. “What do you want, Hudson?”
I glance at David, he’s shaking his head, when I turn to Aaron he looks as though he wants to kill her. “Mom, take a look around this room.” She lifts her head and looks at them both. “Martin has killed innocent women, he has killed my men, he burned Aaron. You sit there and act as though Martin is a fucking saint. You’re crazy.”
“You want me to give him up so that you
can kill him.”
“It’s either kill him or him kill us. So yeah, when I get my hands on him I’m going to kill him, I’m going to make sure that he’s out of our lives forever. So that he won’t be able to hurt my child.”
“He’s at….”
She’s cut off with my phone beeping like crazy. My blood runs cold. That beep tells me that someone’s at my house. Taking my cell out of my pocket, I tap on the alarm. It instantly brings up footage from my house. My feet are moving as I see Coby lying on the ground outside the house. Fuck. Swiping to the right, it changes to the feed inside of the house. Martin has his gun pointed at Dad.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Where’s Mia?