“Wait, really?” I sat up so fast my head spun. “Creditors?”
“Seems like the company was already in trouble. He was spending more than he was taking in. Your dad’s contract was going to be what got them out of that sticky little problem.”
“You may or may not have had someone tell you a little bit of information? That’s an awful lot of information for such a statement.”
“And I may or may not have passed on that information to a certain journalist.”
The bathroom door opened, and Hudson raised his brows at the giant smile on my face. He leaned one shoulder against the doorframe and crossed his ankles as he stared at me.
“We’ll be at the hospital soon, we can catch up properly then.” She said okay and we said our goodbyes. When I hung up Hudson cocked his head.
“I know Rosa always knows how to make you laugh but what’s this smile about?”
“Andrew’s broke.”
“As in he admitted it all?”
“No, as in his company is broke, he’s in debt, he’s going to lose it all. And there may be a huge civil suit coming his way from his victims.”
“So you got what you wanted? I hope that feels good. Cos it doesn’t feel good to me. I want to break every bone in his fucking face.”
I got up ignoring that. “He isn’t in jail yet.”
“And how do you intend on getting that to happen? I still think I should take him to the Shed,” he pushed off the wall and came towards me.
“I think you have enough people in the Shed right now.”
He laughed, then hooked his arm around my shoulders. “Come on, or we’re going to miss visiting.”
We headed out and Hudson knocked on the door beside ours. Warren came out shrugging on his cut, his face pensive.
“What took so long?” he asked.
“I was on the phone to Rosa,” I told him.
“She’s in the hospital we’re going to,” he huffed, pulling his door shut.
“Yeah well, she’s going to tear us a new one when she sees us,” Hudson said from behind me.
“Why?”
“Cos we never called to tell her Wave was home.”
“I assumed Ballistic would do it,” Warren walked down the hallway. We followed after him.
“He did,” I said.
“Then what’s the fucking problem,” War held his hands out at his sides.
“Women?” Hudson suggested and I stared at him with my mouth tight at the audacity.
“Jesus Christ, no wonder I prefer men,” Warren looked at his watch then adjusted the gun beneath his t-shirt.
“You’re bringing a gun?”
“Say it a little louder for the people two floors up,” Warren rolled his eyes as he reached the elevator and pressed the call button. “And yes, Waverley. We’re bringing our weapons because there is still a very real threat following us.”
That quietened me as we stepped onto the elevator. It took just five minutes to drive to the hospital. My heart was in my mouth as we headed up to the floor where Connor was. Knowing I was going to see him had my pulse pounding. There was no way to describe how I felt knowing they’d lied to me and that he was still here.
