Chapter 57 Under Arrest
Corvin's POV
I woke up at five am like I did every morning. My routine never changed. I showered, took Coffee, checked my emails, and got ready for the day.
But this morning felt different. This morning I knew something was about to happen. I could feel it.
I went downstairs and made my coffee. Sat at the kitchen table checking my phone, everything seemed normal. The guards had not reported anything unusual during the night. The cameras showed nothing out of place.
But I still felt uneasy. Like I was missing something important.
I called Dimitri. He answered on the first ring.
"Did you hear anything?" I asked.
"About what?" Dimitri said.
"About Rourke. About any plans to extract Caitlyn?"
"Nothing," Dimitri said. "Why? Do you think something is happening?"
"I do not know," I admitted. "I just have a feeling."
"Your feelings are usually right," Dimitri said. "Want me to send more men to your house?"
"Yes," I said. "Send everyone you have. I want this place locked down."
"On it," Dimitri said and hung up.
I went upstairs to check on Caitlyn. Her door was locked from the inside. I knocked quietly, but she did not answer; she was probably still sleeping.
I went back downstairs and waited and drank my coffee. Watched the sun start to rise through the kitchen window. Everything was quiet.
Then I heard motorcycles, lots of them. Coming down my street fast and loud.
I ran to the front window and looked out. At least ten bikes were pulling up to my gate. Men in leather jackets getting off. They all had weapons.
"Secure the perimeter!" I yelled to my guards.
But before my guards could react the bikers opened fire. Shot out the gate controls and came roaring through. Headed straight for my front door.
I pulled out my gun and ran toward the entrance hall. My guards were already there shooting at the bikers through the windows. Glass was breaking everywhere.
The front door exploded inward and the bikers poured in. Jason Cross was leading them. Looking for Caitlyn, he was coming to take what was mine.
"You are not getting her!" I yelled at him.
Jason looked at me with pure hatred. "She was never yours."
We both raised our guns at the same time. But before either of us could shoot one of my guards tackled Jason from the side. They went down hard onto the marble floor and the gun went sliding across the room.
More bikers came through the door. My guards were shooting but there were too many of them. We were being overrun in our own house.
I ran toward the stairs. I needed to get to Caitlyn before they did. She was the whole reason they were here. If I had her then I had leverage.
"Stop him!" Jason yelled.
Two bikers came at me, but I shot one in the leg and pistol-whipped the other. They went down and I kept running up the stairs. Taking them two at a time, my heart was pounding.
Behind me, I could hear Jason yelling my name. I heard him coming after me, but I was faster. I reached the top of the stairs first.
Caitlyn's door was open. She was standing in the hallway with a backpack. Her eyes went wide when she saw me.
"Going somewhere?" I asked.
"Corvin please," she said. "Just let me go."
"Let you go?" I laughed. "After everything you have done? After you betrayed me and worked with my enemies? You think I am just going to let you walk away?"
"I am pregnant with your child," she said. "Does that mean nothing to you?"
"It is not my child," I said. "We both know that. It is his child."
I pointed down the stairs where Jason was still fighting his way up. Caitlyn looked at Jason and then back at me.
"You are wrong," she said. "The baby is yours."
"Do not lie to me anymore," I said. "I am tired of your lies, I'm tired of you pretending to be something you are not."
"I never pretended," Caitlyn said. "You forced me to marry you. You killed my parents, you made my life hell. What did you expect me to do?"
"I expected loyalty," I said. "I gave you everything. A home, money, security and you threw it all back in my face."
"You gave me a prison," Caitlyn said. "You gave me fear and pain and suffering. That is not a life, that is torture."
Jason reached the top of the stairs. He was bleeding from a cut above his eye and his jacket was torn. But he had his gun and it was pointed at me.
"Let her go Corvin," Jason said.
"Or what?" I asked. "You will shoot me? In front of my pregnant wife? You think she wants to see that?"
"I will do whatever it takes to get her out of here," Jason said.
"Then shoot," I said. "But know that if you kill me you will never be safe. My organization will hunt you down. They will kill you and everyone you care about. Including her."
I grabbed Caitlyn's arm and pulled her in front of me. Used her as a shield. She tried to pull away but I held her tight.
"Corvin let me go!" she yelled.
"No," I said. "You are my wife. You belong to me, and if I cannot have you, then no one can."
I pressed my gun against her stomach. Against where the baby was. Caitlyn froze.
"You would not," she whispered.
"Try me," I said.
Jason lowered his gun slightly. "Corvin think about what you are doing. If you hurt her you lose everything. Your reputation, your organization, Everything."
"I have already lost everything," I said. "She took it from me when she betrayed me. So what do I have left to lose?"
"Your life," a voice said from behind Jason.
I looked past him and saw Detective Rourke standing at the top of the stairs. He had his badge out and his gun drawn. There were more cops behind him.
"This is over Hayes," Rourke said. "Let her go and surrender. You are under arrest."
"For what?" I asked.
"Murder, racketeering, kidnapping. Should I keep going?" Rourke said.
"You have no proof," I said.
"Actually I do," Rourke said. "Your wife has been working with me for months. She has recordings, documents. Everything I need to put you away for life."
I looked down at Caitlyn. She would not meet my eyes.
"Is that true?" I asked her.
"Yes," she said quietly.
"You recorded me?" I asked. "You documented everything I told you?"
"I had to," she said. "It was the only way to stop you."
I felt rage building inside me. Pure white hot rage, this woman. This woman I had married, protected, and provided for had been betraying me from the start.
"You are going to regret this," I said.
"I already regret it," Caitlyn said. "I regret ever meeting you. I regret not running when I had the chance
, i regret not killing you myself when I could have."
Her words cut deeper than any knife. She meant it. She actually hated me that much.