Waverley came inside and slammed the door. My eyes moved around the room rapidly, looking for any other threats and they landed on thecut on the floor. The Kingsmen patch hard to miss. My hands clenched and I snapped my eyes back to him.
“What the fuck?” I shouted, pulling up my gun and aiming it at his head.
Waverley jumped between me and the bed and held her hands out to me. “You need to let me explain,” she said. The gun was pointing at her chest, and I lifted it straight away.
“Explain why there is a fucking Kingsmen lying on this bed?”
“Hudson, stop. He saved me.”
“What?” I didn’t take my eyes off him. His eyes were empty, but his face was hard as he glared at me with defiance and anger. My finger hovered over the trigger. “Move,” I told her through gritted teeth.
“No,” she yelled. “You are not going to shoot him. He’s the one who saved me, Hudson. He got me out.”
“I don’t fucking care. Do you know who he is?”
“Of course I know. Put the damn gun down or I swear to God I will fucking lose my shit.”
I tilted my head and glared at her. She was fucking crazy if she thought I’d take my gun off this asshole. I don’t know what he did or said to make her want to protect him but whatever it was, I wasn’t going to fucking believe it.
“Waverley, move. Now,” I ordered.
“No,” she folded her arms and stood her ground in front of him.
He hadn’t taken his eyes off me. He was defiant but there was wariness in his eyes too. I looked down again at the bloody bandage.
“Think about what you’re going to do, Hudson. Are you really going to shoot him, in a motel miles from any back up? The cops will be here in minutes.”
She was right, I knew that but I couldn’t let my guard down. I looked around the room, there were ties that secured the curtains, I stormed over and grabbed one. I held it up to Waverley.
“What? You want to tie him up?”
“Call it insurance,” I said.
“He’s been shot, he doesn’t have a weapon, I took it.”
“Waverley. You want me to listen, you let me handle him.” Although I was glad to hear she’d taken his gun from him.
“You can’t kill him.”
I waved the tie again. “You do it, or I will.”
She scowled but relented knowing I was right. She turned to the guy on the bed. He was still glaring at me.
“Mace, just do it,” she said.
I jolted at the name.Mace? This was Mace? Neither of them seemed to notice how I’d reacted. He sat up and put his hands behind him, wincing as he did, his eyes came back to me. This was a curveball. Why was their VP here and who shot him? I couldn’t figure out what was going on.
Despite what Ranger told us and War trying to get in touch with this guy, he was still a Kingsmen, and I couldn’t trust him. Once he was tied, I pointed at the chair behind me. Waverley stood back and he rose. Shit he was a tall fucker.
“Waverley get over here,” I told her.
She rolled her eyes but moved behind me. I was going to spank her ass for this when it was over. Mace didn’t turn his back on me, but I grabbed his arm and spun him, testing the knots. It was tight enough. I pushed him and he stumbled against the chair, then turned and sat down. I went over to pick up his cut, checked the patches, then dropped it on the floor.
If it was possible, Mace’s expression got even harder seeing me toss his cut. He looked like he was in a serious amount of pain, hunched over, unable to lean back and get comfortable. Good.
I stepped back, ran a hand through my hair then turned to look at her again. She was panting a little, her eyes wide as she looked from me to Mace. I hated that this was how I was getting her back. After what I said on the phone, and I’d stormed in here and yelled at her. Shit.
“Wave,” I took a step towards her. Her eyes dropped to the gun. I tucked it back behind me. “Are you really okay? Please, tell me.”
