Chapter 141 141
Amy's POV
I got up like a crazy person. My body had just done something enormous and my legs had no real interest in cooperating and I had lost more blood than I would have liked and every single thing hurt. But Brian was holding my son and my son was screaming. There was no version of reality where I stayed on the ground.
My father grabbed for me. "Amelia, calm down—"
"Let go dad!" I said. "I'm going to kill him even if I have to risk my life today!"
He let go. He knew my voice when it meant something. I grabbed the wall and I used it and I straightened up one section at a time and when I was fully upright, I was shaking. My vision had a brightness at the edges that probably meant I should sit back down immediately.
I didn't sit back down. Brian was moving toward the corridor. He had my son against his chest, one arm around him, moving fast. He was going to try to get out of the building and get somewhere he could use him and that was not going to happen.
I moved after him. I was not fast. I was not moving at any kind of impressive speed. I was using all my strength to get my baby and everyone else couldn't go close to Brian because he was threatening them with the baby. No one wanted to touch him since he was holding the baby hostage but I was going after him.
"You despicable who bastard! Let go off my baby right now!"
Brian heard me behind him and looked back and his face did something complicated when he saw me still coming.
"Amelia, stop coming after me. I don't want you to get hurt. I still care about you but I can't give you this baby."
"Give me my son," I said.
"You need to—"
"Give me my son, Brian!"
He kept moving. He turned back toward the corridor and I covered the last distance between us and grabbed his arm and yanked and he stumbled. My son's crying got louder and that sound did something to me that I can't describe except to say that it made stopping physically impossible.
Brian shoved me. I went back two steps and came forward again immediately. Then my son cried differently.
It was still his voice, still that same furious newborn sound, but this time it was a little different that I didn't even understand what it was. It got louder and then I felt in my chest before I heard it or saw it. A wave of pressure moving outward from him like a heartbeat but bigger.
It knocked Brian off his feet. He went down hard and my son left his arms and I lunged forward, and my father was already there and he caught him. My dad caught his grandson one-handed, half-recovered from his own injuries, with reflexes that I was going to be grateful for every single day for the rest of my life.
My son kept crying. Brian was on the floor trying to get his bearings. The impact had hit everyone in the room but it hit him hardest, he was the one holding the source of it. He was on his hands and knees and shaking his head like he was trying to clear it.
I stood over him. He looked up at me.
"I warned you not to touch my son but he decided to disobey me and now you think I'm supposed to let you live?"
I could have killed him. My power was still running and I was standing over him and I had every reason.
I wasn't going to kill him because his crimes maybe grave but not as was as his uncle's own. His uncle was my main target and I wanted that uncle of his to go on trial with him. I wanted them to be humiliated everywhere and their crimes to be revealed to the world. Killing them with just be too easy and letting them go.
I hit him once, so hard with everything I had left. He went down and stayed down. I stepped over him and walked to my father. My son was still crying. My dad was holding him with both hands now, he looked very happy to be holding his grandson.
I took my son. The moment he was in my arms he didn't stop crying immediately, he was too worked up for that but his hands found my shirt and gripped it.
I held him, looking at his face and I just smiled. He had Damien's jaw. I noticed that immediately. Everything else was too new and too scrunched for me to fully read yet but the jaw was definitely Damien's.
"I know," I told him quietly. "I know. I'm here. You're okay. Don't cry darling. I'm sorry you had to be born here. This is in the best place or position to give birth to a child."
His grip on my shirt tightened.
"Amelia."
I looked up. Lucas was in the doorway. He was supporting someone beside him and it took me one second to register who it was. Because the last time I had seen Damien, he was on the floor with a failing heartbeat and now he was upright, barely, but he survived anyway. I was too busy trying to get revenge that I almost forgot about him.
He looked terrible. But his eyes were open and they found me immediately and then dropped to the bundle in my arms. Lucas got him across the room. I didn't wait. I closed the distance between us because Lucas was moving carefully and I wasn't willing to wait.
I stopped in front of Damien. I just put our son on his chest. Lucas helped Damien get his arms up to hold him. He was shaking slightly from the poison but his arms held. The baby was pressed against him, skin to skin through the gap in Damien's jacket, and I kept my hands there too just to make sure.
Damien's eyes opened fully, he looked down at his son. Then he looked up at me. He couldn't speak. I could see him trying and I could see that it wasn't the poison stopping him now. He just didn't have words for what was on his face.
I put my hand on his face giving him a smile. "It's okay. I understand."
He closed his eyes for just a second. No wonder our families couldn't survive the poison. It was this bad and we thought we had it under control. How did Richard even get his hands on something like this?
Then Lucas said quietly from beside us, "Alpha. Richard."
I turned around. I scanned the room. Brian was still down and Richard's people were either down or restrained. Richard was not in the room.
I looked at the broken wall. I looked at the corridor door. He was gone. He managed to escape. I can't believe I let that bastard escape.