Under His Control

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chapter thirty-three

As gun fire echoed throughout the penthouse, I was afraid to open my eyes to access any damages.

“Mrs. Harrington, are you alright?” Is this it, am I going to die. “Mrs. Harrington, can you stand?” My eyes slowly opened, when I realized who was speaking to me.

“Hank!” I flung myself into his arms holding him tightly. Never have I been so happy to see this silent, bald, bearded wonder of a man. “Oh, thank God.” Hank was stiff as I held him, but eventually held my lower back to stand me up.

“Are you hurt?” I pulled away to look up at Hank’s tall stature, noticing his crisp white dress shirt was stained with blood, and a large cut graced the side of his head.

“Um, besides my stomach I’m fine.” Hank let out a small breath.

“You should sit down, that cut on your head may lead to a concussion.” Cut on my head? Bringing my hand to tap around my head, I flinched once I made direct contact with the abrasion. “The police should be here soon, is the youngest Harrington safe.”

“Oh my God, Cove!” She must be terrified after what all just went down. “She’s the storage closet next to Liam’s studio. Please, you have to get her!”

“Mrs. Harrington, you must calm down. I promise I’ll get her, and get the both of you to safety. But right now, I need you to sit, you’re far into your pregnancy, ma’am.” Hesitantly I nodded, sitting down on the couch. As Hank ran up the stairs, my eyes found the dead bodies of the perps, staining the tile with their blood. Hank’s army background, made an appearance with the both of the men sporting a gunshot to the head, and two to the chest.

My stomach contracted, as I leaned over the couch to let out vomit I’d been holding back. I felt sick. This was fucking sick. As Hank walked back down the curve staircase with Cove in his arms, the sounds of sirens became audible as they approached the property.

“Hank, can I move your hand?” Cove whispered to him, as they stood in front of me. Hank ushered me up with his hand, pointing towards the front door. Stepping over the mess I had just made, I opened the front door, being careful not to look at Terrance who was right below my feet. “I want my mommy, I don’t like the loud noises.” Cove began to cry, as we stepped into the elevator.

“I’m right here baby.” I let out a sniffle, as Hank removed his large hand from Cove’s face, sitting her down to the ground.

“MOMMY!” Scooping Cove up into my arms, I tightly held her to my chest, letting my right hand hold the back of her head, as I whispered cooes to calm her down.

“It’s okay, baby, I’m right here.” As we descended to the lobby, I looked at Hank, unsure what are next plan of action was. “Have you spoken to Liam?” Hank simply shook his head stepping out the elevator first to make sure it was safe.

“They dumped my phone.” Great. As we stepped outside, I made sure to be careful of my steps, since I wasn’t wearing any shoes. A small sigh fell from my lips, as the ambulance sped into the lot of Liam’s estate.

“Its really loud, mommy.” Cove nestled her head tightly into my neck, as the sirens grew louder.

“It’s okay, babe. It’s okay, I’m here.” The EMT’s got of the ambulance first, rushing over to us.

“We’re responding to the 911 call.”

“She’s injured, and nearly full term, she needs her immediate assistance.”

“Hank-” I turned to him, noticing more of his injuries under the flashing blue and red lights.

“It is my job to ensure your safety, Mrs. Harrington, now go. I will get a hold of Gustav, before calling Mr. Harrington.” I knew I wasn’t going to be able to convince him otherwise, so I simply nodded, letting the EMT inspect me.

“We need to get you to the hospital ASAP.” Following behind the EMTs, they helped Cove and I into the ambulance, setting me up on a bed.

“How far along are you?” The woman spoke, as she got an IV ready to place in my arm.

“U-Um, nearly thirty-five weeks.” I looked at the needle again. “Is that necessary?” The EMT gave me a light smile, as the other put the ambulance in drive, speeding out of the lot.

“I want to make sure you don’t lose consciousness.” Without warning, she slid it into my arm. “Can you tell me about your injuries, where are you hurt the worse?” I bit my lip not wanting to remember the events that had just occurred.

“I was pulled from the staircase. I banged my head, and my stomach pretty bad.”

“You mind if I take a look.” I shook my head, as she lifted my nightgown. “You’re bleeding lightly, its nothing that is concerning yet, but we need to get you checked out ASAP.”

Friday, June 18th

2:22 p.m.

As my eyes fluttered open slowly, I woke up to the sounds of beeping, and a tight pressure on my hand. My head was lightly throbbing, but that was expected due to my minor concussion. Carefully shifting my body in the bed, I turned to my left, finding Liam sleeping quietly in a chair next to my bed, as he held my hand in a death grip.

Lifting up my free hand, I pushed his hair out of his face, to better inspect his sleeping state. I rubbed my thumb back and forth over his cheek which caused him to stir slightly. After, the events of the past twenty-eight hours, I just wanted to be in his protective arms.

“Liam.” I whispered, lightly shaking the hand he was holding. “Babe, wake up.” Liam flinched, immediately opening his hazy blue eyes to stare at me.

“Mon amour!” He let out a groggy whispered, as he stood up from his chair pulling me into his arms. “I’m so sorry. I’m so, so, sorry.” He placed his lips to the crown of my head, exhaling in my embrace. At the moment I was lost for words, so I just held Liam against my chest, rubbing circles against the middle of his back. We stayed in one another’s embrace not speaking a word, until Liam pulled away lightly sniffling. “Is your head okay? I spoke to your doctor.”

Now that I was getting a good look at him, the dark circles under his eyes, and the red tent in his eyeballs, let me know everything he wouldn’t admit to me. He hasn’t slept, and he’s blaming himself for this.

“It hurts a bit, but its nothing I can’t handle.” I gave him a light smile, hoping that would put him somewhat at ease.

“I have this hospital on lockdown, until I know who did this, and when I do, I’m going to ruin their miserable fucking life.”

“Babe-” I lightly wince, when I felt a wave of pressure before the bed dampen. My eyes widened when I realized what was happening. I looked up at Liam, trying to get the word labor out of my mouth.

“What’s wrong? Are you in pain.” Liam had a slight panic in his voice, as he grabbed my hand.

“M-My, my water just broke.” Liam’s eyes widened completely motionless as he stared at me. “Well don’t just stand there, find the doctor!”

“Shit! Yes, the doctor.” His expensive dress shoes clicked against the floor, as he ran out of my room. I let out a small yelp as my contractions began to become increasingly painful. Attempting to sit my back against the pillow, I kept my eyes tightly shut to distract myself from the pain. I had no intentions of pushing these babies out before thirty-nine weeks, but of course things wouldn’t go to plan. Having Cove prematurely was a traumatic enough experience, but now, I’m going to have to do it again.

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