Page 29 of Breaking Hudson

“I am,” he smiles. “I learned to help with the fighting in case anyone needed stitches.”

“Makes sense,” I say. I looked down at myself and everything hits me at once. “They shot me.”

“You are okay,” Hudson confirms.

“I could have died… They tried to kill me,” I add.

“But they didn’t,” Dallas says. “One thing at a time, okay? Let’s get you clean so I can take care of the wound.”

“Okay,” I whisper.

Go to the bathroom and they carefully help me out of my clothes. My shirt and pants are drenched in blood. When I look in the mirror, I see I am still covered in it. They both get into the shower with me and gently start rinsing the blood from my body. I try to calm my mind, but I can’t. I almost died. What if I had been shot in the abdomen and lost the baby? What if they had shot me in the head? Any higher and they would have. I would have died in Hudson’s arms. I almost died.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Hudson says. He helps me out of the shower, and they take to drying me off before having me lay on my side facing him as Dallas sits behind me.

“I’m going to close this with glue. It might be a rough scar, but it’ll save you from getting stitches. We will just have to keep an eye on it to make sure it doesn’t open back up,” Dallas says.

“Okay,” I sniffle.

“What can I do?” Hudson asks as he lays in front of me.

“I don’t know,” I whisper. “I almost died.”

“You’re safe,” he says softly. “We will never let them hurt you again, you hear me?”

“What if they hurt you?” I ask. “Or Dallas? Or any of the others. Being near me is dangerous.”

“We will all be fine. I promise,” he says.

“How do you know?”

“Because they have no fucking idea the of war they just started and how few people they have on their side,” Dallas says.

“This will all be over soon, Cole. I will destroy everything they know to avenge what they’ve done to you,” Hudson promises.

“Thank you,” I say softly.

“You’re good,” Dallas says, leaning down and kissing me. I look and see he has my arm bandaged well and I laugh. “What?”

“I… that’s a lot of gauze,” I say.

“Can we talk about why you stepped in front of me?” Hudson asks.

“I didn’t want you to get hurt,” I say. “I saw the gun and… I’m not apologizing.”

“I’m not asking you to,” he says. “I can’t argue with you trying to protect me.”

“Good. Because I’ll argue,” I say firmly.

“I know,” he chuckles.

“Can I ask for a favor?” I ask.

“You can,” he says.

“I want you two to fuck me,” I say. “Like… hard.”

“Okay,” he says. “Why?”

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