Shelly’s POV “What about Henry? What’s wrong?” Sebastian asked Michal once he caught his breath. “We need some extra help holding Henry down in order to get the bullet fragments out of his stomach. Trent and myself are having difficulties by ourselves. Doctor Gray ended up running out of seductives and the bullet broke up into pieces when Derek shot him.” Michal tells us. We both rush to the living room and Sebastian, Michal, and Trent all end up having to hold Henry down while Doctor Gray pulls out the pieces one by one. Henry let out an ear piercing scream every time doctor Gray had to dig into his stomach to get a piece of the bullet out. I’m surprised he hasn’t passed out yet due to the pain. But he’s stronger than I thought he would be. Screams fill the room once more, echoing off the walls and piercing through the air like a knife. The anguish is palpable, thickening the atmosphere, and I can’t bear it any longer. With a heavy heart, I step forward, my resolve
Shelly’s POV As I stir in my sleep, the haze gradually lifts and my senses sharpen. Memories flood back with a rush of anger. "That bastard!" I shout, realization hitting me like a ton of bricks. Sebastian. He had deliberately given me some kind of sleeping medicine. Purposefully. To keep me out of the way while they went to save Carter, our son. Why wouldn’t he want me there? I'm his mother; I deserve to be there! Questions swarm my mind in a chaotic buzz. What time is it? How long have I been out? Why did he leave without me? I glance around, piecing together the fragments of the bizarre reality I find myself in. Sabrina sits nearby, her baby girl Abree nestled in her arms. My son Abel plays quietly by her feet. Their presence offers little comfort as anxiety gnaws at the edges of my consciousness. "Sabrina," I called out, my voice tinged with both desperation and frustration. "What happened? Where’s Sebastian? Michal? Everyone else?" Sabrina looks up at me, her expr
Sebastian’s POV: The thought of Shelly accompanying us on this mission to rescue Carter gnaws at me relentlessly. I can't help but think of the potential risk involved, and having her there is a gamble I’m not willing to take. Her presence, although comforting, would divide my focus, making me more concerned for her safety than the mission itself. I dread her initial reaction of hurt, anger, possibly even feelings of betrayal but keeping her safe is paramount. Our mission's core objective is straight-forward: retrieve Carter with efficiency and stealth, minimizing exposure and avoiding any unnecessary conflict. It's crucial that Shelly stays behind, safeguarded at home, eagerly awaiting the moment when I return with our son. Yet, this decision is easier in theory than in practice. Hence, a plan began to form in my mind. Seeking out Sabrina, I find her in the kitchen, prepping lunch for her daughter. "Sabrina, can we talk privately for a moment?" I ask, urgency underscoring
Henry's POV Sitting in the dimly lit cell, I felt the weight of my actions like a lead cloak dragging me down. I’d screwed up beyond measure, and the remorse coiled within me like a relentless predator. I could hardly bear to reflect on the enormity of my betrayal to my best friends, my boss, and ultimately, myself. The moment Shelly and Sebastian stepped into the cold, echoing chambers, their eyes bore into me with a mix of disbelief and anger. “Why, Henry? Why would you do this?” Shelly’s voice cracked with pain, and she looked at me like I was a stranger. I swallowed hard, my voice barely above a whisper, “I didn’t have a choice, Shelly. Derek threatened Trent’s life. It was him to bring Carter Abel to him and not get harmed, and I couldn’t risk my boyfriend’s life.” Sebastian stepped forward, the tension in his jaw visible, yet beneath his anger, I saw a flicker of understanding. A man who knew, better than anyone, the desperate actions one might take for family.
Sebastian’s POV I want to kill him. I want to kill one of my best friends for what he chose to do. Henry is supposed to be one of my top guards in the mafia and he does this. He took my fucking son like he was nothing and handed him over to his brother for what? To make me fall? To make me hand over the reins to someone else? To back off from being the east coast mafia boss? I don’t fucking understand why? He was one of my loyal men. A best friend for that matter. Now he’s a damn traitor to his mafia family for what he’s done. Grabbing Henry up off the floor dragging him down to the cells and throwing him in. "Sebastian, Sebastian, I'm so sorry!" Henry's voice cracked with desperation as he strained against my grip. "If I could turn back time, I swear, I never would have taken Carter away. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry," he pleaded, his eyes filled with regret and despair. The echo of Henry's apologies seems never-ending as I drag him along the dimly lit corridor. His pl
Shelly’s POV I know I did not just hear Henry correctly. I just know I didn’t hear what I think I heard. Please do not tell me he is the reason my son, my baby boy Carter, is missing. How could he do something like this? Henry is supposed to be one of my best friends, a person I trusted deeply, and he did this to me, to my family. There is absolutely no way I heard him right. It feels like a nightmare I can't wake up from, and I desperately want it to be just that. A nightmare. That is, until I look him right in the face, and what I see nearly kills me. His eyes, they speak volumes, yet they're filled with guilt and remorse. They convey what his words can’t, what I refuse to believe: that he is the one who did this. He took my son away from me. How can eyes that used to be so warm and friendly now seem so cold and distant, concealing secrets that rip my world apart? Within seconds, the shock transforms into an indescribable rage, and I find myself losing control, overw