Did Doc Hudson Die Novels & Stories

His head slumped forward and his lifeless eyes stared at the floor. Hudson slapped Haverley’s cheek. “Haverley, wake up, I’m not done with you yet. Do you like cocks in your ass? You don’t need to answer that, just blink once if it’s yes.” Hudson moved to the back and started shifting Haverley. “Fuck sakes, Hudson, he’s dead,” Dominic said. “Is he though? Maybe he’s just playing dead.” Hudson’s stoic look on his face had everyone looking at him in worry. “I’m just fucking with you.”

“You think a few years behind bars and some bad food made up for what you did?” Ross rattled the bars. “We did what we had to! You wanted her gone too! You hated that she was pregnant—” “I wanted control,” Sebastian cut in. “Not murder. Not my child dead on a hospital table.” Helen’s voice shook. “We didn’t know it would go that far. Hudson—” “Hudson’s gone,” Sebastian said. “Dead. Car accident. Tragic.” He smiled then—small, cold, the kind of smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “But you two… you’re still here. Breathing. Laughing. Thinking you got away with it.”

Hudson said but I wasn’t feeling sure about it. “I should tell him how I feel?” I asked. “That’s up to you” He answered. “And if he doesn’t feel the same way?” “He does. Just trust me” Hudson assured. “How come you know about all this?” I inquired. “I was once in love. Duh!” “Ooh. Did something happen?” I asked. “Yeah. She had an accident and died. I loved her so much! That was the toughest time of my life” he said as his expression changed.

Poison was scrubbing the camera footage, making sure that this wouldn’t come back to them. Inside the clubhouse, Hudson grabbed a bottle of Scotch and sat down on the couch, drinking straight from the bottle. He watched Ink and grinned. “What’s wrong, Ink?” “You’re a fucking maniac,” Ink said. Hudson barked out a laugh. “You guys like giving me compliments.” Ink shook his head. “You killed him with your bare hands.” “Fucker wanted to play. I just gave him what he wanted.” “You bit his tongue off, and then you had your hands in his pants! You cut his dick off!”

” the doctor called out. We both straightened immediately and looked up. Grace had been so lost in her prayers, and I had been absorbed in her quiet devotion, that neither of us had noticed when the doctor arrived. How is he?” Grace asked at once. I was silently praying and hoping that nothing terrible would happen to Mr. Hudson. It wasn’t as though my opinion of him for walking away from his family had changed, nor had my feelings toward Grace for being involved with a married man softened, but I still didn’t want him to die.