I remembered him grabbing her down by the pool, pulling her to him.
This time, she couldn’t stop me. I let go of her and then I was moving. I could hear her calling out to me, but I broke into a run.
Nothing was going to stop me from getting my hands on that bastard.
Nothing.
Chapter 16
I ran after Hudson, but I would never catch up to him. I stopped and reached inside my top. I had stored my phone in my bra because the pockets on these jeans were impenetrable.
I dialed Warren, still moving, with even less care than I had on the way up here. My feet were killing me, but I couldn’t let Hudson do what he was planning, despite Andrew deserving it.
“Wave, it’s not a good time,” my brother answered.
“Warren!” I didn’t care what was going on with him.
“Wave? Are you okay?” he was instantly alert from the tone of my voice.
“Stop Hudson. He’s headed back to the party. Get to him before he finds Andrew.”
“Andrew?” he sounded confused. “Why, what’s going on?”
“He’s going to kill him. Warren, it doesn’t matter why. Just stop him. He’s coming now, from the lake. Warren,please.”
“Okay, okay. Where are you?”
“Stop asking questions, just don’t let him get Andrew.”
I hung up and then pumped my legs and arms faster, running like Michael Myers was on my ass. This was a worse scenario than a masked lunatic with a knife in the woods.
I couldn’t even take the time to wrap my head around what I’d learned tonight. He’d been there. He’d seen it happening, and I had no idea, all these years… He thought I cheated on him first.
I shook away those thoughts as the back of the clubhouse came into view. There were people dancing and laughing, enjoying the party. I was still too far, but I could see Hudson storming his way through crowds and they were getting out of his way.
“Shit.” I hurried faster. I’d be lucky if I didn’t break a damn leg at this rate. I thanked Christ I’d taken off Lily’s sandals while cursing at my bare feet.
The sounds of shouting rose over the music. I pushed my way through guys responding to the commotion. They were surging towards the shouting, where normal people would shy away.
Warren and a couple of guys surrounded Hudson. They were holding him back as I looked around. I couldn’t see Andrew, he’d either ran when he saw Hudson coming or, more likely, Warren listened to me and intercepted Hudson before he could find Andrew.
He was struggling against the men holding him, roaring out for them to let him go. Questions were being asked around me, what the hell was going on, who had caused this, why did Hudson look like he was going to murder someone?
My father waded through the crowds and got into Hudson’s face.
“Hustle!” He gripped him with both hands, grabbing fistfuls of his cut and jolting him. “Look at me. Right here. Now.”
Hudson stopped his frantic fighting and looked at his president. He might have stopped, but he was no calmer. In fact, his look was even darker than before. King kept hold of him, staring into his eyes. All around us had gone quiet.
“Gonna have trouble if I let you go?” King asked. “Hustle?” he snapped when he got no reply.
“No,” Hudson gritted out.
King took his time, but he let go of his cut. He glanced through the crowd and saw me, his eyes narrowing, before turning to Warren, who shook his head. He had no clue what was going on either.
“Inside, now,” he snapped. King pointed his finger at me. “You too. Everyone else shows over,” he shouted. “Enjoy the rest of the party. War.”
He tilted his head, then turned and walked away.
