Chapter Twenty

Hegan

My head was pounding, chest aching. Noella wouldn't have left without telling me, I knew that. We've grown close, a lot closer than I ever expected. My stomach was in a ball of knots, turning and grinding against my insides.

I have to go find her. She would've never left without finding me first.

Pressing my feet to the pavement, the ice crunched against the soles of my shoes. Each crack was enhanced by a thousand, snapping through my body, and hitting my nerves.

When I find him, he's going to wish he never fucked with Noella; with what was mine. Throwing the front door open, I pushed through the crowd of people to the closet. Searching through the mass of jackets, my fingers swiped across a smooth fabric. Gently, I pulled the coat out; it was Noella's.

She doesn't have her jacket, why doesn't she have her coat? Running my fingers over the black suede, my mind was a mess of horrific images. She had left with Stefan, left without anything to keep her warm in the cold air. Tearing the coat off the hanger, I draped it over my arm.

She didn't go willingly, I knew that. There was no way in hell she would have just gone outside with no protection from the weather. A hard bulge pressed against my hip, reaching my hand into the pocket, I pulled out her wallet and phone.

My heart sank. I couldn't breathe, the air wouldn't go down. No matter how hard I tried to force my lungs to take it in, the oxygen couldn't break the seal of my throat. The entire room turned to black, my eyes coating in a shade of red.

Stefan is dead. Forcing my head to clear, I knew I had to get to her. She was in danger, he had taken her, and I was going to get her back.

Glancing around the room, I looked through the faces, searching for my father. For everything he hadn't done for me since I was born, he was going to help me right then and there.

Finally, I spotted him leaning against the far wall, with an ice pack clinging to his jaw. My mother was caressing his shoulder, whispering into his ear. My dad was motionless, except for his chin moving side to side beneath the ice. I had hit him pretty hard, he was definitely going to feel that for a few days.

Making a direct line for him, the people in front of me were a blur. Voices chimed into my ears, but the sounds were a blend of just wordless tones. I wasn't stopping for anyone, a fire was burning inside me, and there was no calming the flames.

Half way across the room, I broke into a run. My dad's eyes enlarged, his back stiffening against the wall. Pressing a hand to my chest, my mother stepped between us. “Hegan, enough! No more fighting!”

Wrapping my fingers around hers, A worried expression fell over my face. “He took her, he took Noella.” Looking over my mother, I stared at my dad. “Did you tell him to do this? Why, huh? Why did you have him take her?”

“What are you talking about?” My mother glanced between us, brows raising high. “Who took Noella?”

“Stefan, he took her and I think he's bringing her to your boat. Where is it?!” Rocking on the balls of my feet, fear had started to roll up my spine. I could taste it, a mix of rotten meat with sour lemon. The flavor was creeping to the surface, coating my mouth.

“Hegan, why would he take her? Maybe she needed to go somewhere, the poor girl was just embarrassed.” Cocking her head, she glared at my father.

Holding up her jacket, I yanked the items from the pocket. “Without her jacket? With out these?” Shaking the wallet, I stepped in closer to my father. “Where is your boat docked?”

“Hegan, I didn't tell Stefan to do anything with Noella. Look I'm sorry, but—”

Cutting him off, I said, “But nothing! Where is your fucking boat?!” I had been so fixated on us, that I hadn't noticed the entire party had stopped. Every eye was set on us; on me. But I didn't care, let them gawk at me; none of them meant a fucking thing to me.

“It's at the marina, dock twenty.” My father placed his hand over my shoulder, squeezing firmly. “Go, go get her.” Letting the ice pack fall from his chin, he jammed his hand into his pocket, pulling out his keys. “I'm calling the police, but you go get her. I know you really care for her, Hegan. And I'm sorry, I shouldn't have acted like that.”

I didn't know what to say. Never in my life had my father admitted he was wrong, or apologized for something he'd done. It didn't matter if his wrong doings were thrown in his face, he never admitted to them.

But now, right that moment, he did.

“Thanks,” I said. Curling my fingers around the warm metal, I turned and ran through the room. I didn't stop, I ran until I hit his car. With the cold handle in my grasp, I flung the door open. There wasn't time to think, only time to act.

Noella needed me, that was all I could think about. And nothing was going to stop me from saving her. My father was serious, he hadn't told him to take her. If he had he would've said it, he would've gave some lame excuse for his actions.

Except, he was just as shocked as I was. His face hung, eyes filled with the same fear I had tasted. Stefan had decided to do this on his own, it was his idea to take her, no one else.

My foot slammed down on the pedal, tires peeling out on the ice as I tore out of the driveway. For the first time in my life, I realized I had meaning; an actual purpose that was more than just money and pussy.

Noella; Noella was my purpose. She was the one thing I'd finally found that actually brought me happiness. She made me feel, really feel. It's hard to explain having gone an entire lifetime with no true emotions.

But she breathed a new life into me, gave me a new outlook on the world. I was meant to find her, she was meant for me.

Watching the road, the lines meshed into one large strip, the lights flying by in a flash. The marina was a fifteen minute ride, but it felt like eternity. The car couldn't go fast enough, no matter how hard I pressed my foot down, the dial was in slow motion.

Fuck! Come on! I wanted to wish myself there, wish myself standing there on the dock. She needed me now, not after he did whatever he was planning. And I wasn't exactly sure how long they had been gone for.

I was counting down the exits in my head, only two left, that was all that stood between the marina and me. Gripping the steering wheel tighter, my blood was boiling inside my veins. I could feel the heat stir up deep inside my muscles, straining against the skin.

The one thing I couldn't wrap my head around was why Stefan had done that. He had stolen her, yanked her from my home, and right out from under my nose. I hadn't seen this coming, never did I expect he would run off with Noella.

But he was going to understand how bad he fucked up. A piece of me hoped the cops got there before I did, for his sake. It was only a small piece of me that wanted that, the rest wanted to beat the living shit out of him.

And that's exactly what I planned on doing.

Pulling into the marina, I turned the car off and took a deep breath. Stepping out of the car, the only sound around me was the waves crashing against the deserted boats. It was an eerie silence under the crisp clear sky; the stars were sparkling, moon shining down with a blazing glow.

I thought it seemed much brighter than usual, I had a clear view of the walkway and docks. None of the wood was covered in snow, it had melted away from the salty air and high waves that smacked against the sides.

Squinting my eyes, I could see a faint glow of light up ahead. The small windows were dark, but the light peeked out around the edges of the curtains. That was where I knew I needed to be, where I'd find Noella.

Walking as gingerly as I could, I didn't want to make a sound. I needed to be a whisper in the air, a shadow in the night. Stefan might have expected me to be coming, and if he didn't...

All the better for me.

I tried to stay hidden, darting between the other boats, listening for any movement; but there was nothing. Slowly, I approached the boat; 'Bernadette' printed boldly on the side. Watching the windows, I waited to see if anyone was walking around inside. Straining my ears, I tried to make out the soft muffles behind the walls.

It's now or never. Just go already! Noella needs you! Moving my feet as quick and quietly as I could, I climbed onto the deck. Pausing briefly, I tilted my head closer to the door. I could hear her crying, then I heard the one thing I never wanted to hear.

Stefan yelled, “Shut up!” A loud smack rang through the air, and Noella let out a small yelp.

That was it, my rage took hold. He had hit her, I heard him hit her. And no one was ever going to touch her that way. Stefan wasn't going to lay another hand on her, I was going to break both his arms.

Flaring my nostrils, everything seeped out of my brain. The only color I saw was crimson. Gripping the metal bars in front of the stairs that lead underneath, I held myself up and kicked the door open.

My muscles had engorged, squeezing around the fabric of my shirt. Stepping inside, I set my sight on Stefan. He was standing only a few feet away, gun held up to his nose.

“Well, isn't this sweet. You came after all.” His lips curled up, eyes batting his lids coyly.

“Let her go, Stefan.” Taking a long step, I walked towards him.

His chest rolled, releasing an evil laugh. “Are you fucking kidding me? I should shoot you both, save me the trouble of having to see your faces anymore.” Bringing a finger to his eye, he scratched the corner. “Looks like you're about to get what you deserve.”

“Did you not hear me? I said let her go.” Balling my fists, I glanced over at Noella.

She was tied up, knees scrunched to her chest on the floor. A red welt swelled under her eye, body trembling. “See, I knew he would come for me, Stefan. You fucking asshole,” she said, inhaling deep breaths.

“Why are you doing this?” Shaking my head side to side, I took another step in. “Put the gun down, or you're really going to regret this.”

“You're in no position to tell me what to do. Not anymore.” Turning the gun sideways, he slid closer to Noella. “You don't get it, none of you fucking get it!” Lifting his thumb, he cocked the pin back.

“Get what?” Holding my hands up, palms out. I wanted him to think I wasn't a threat, maybe get him to drop his guard. Then I would make my move. He had a gun, he could shoot me if he wanted too. But I wasn't going to let him harm Noella, I didn't care if he shot me, as long as she was able to get out.

“Do I have to spell it out for you? You're an ungrateful bastard, Hegan! Everything our father did for you, everything that I should have too, and you treat him like shit!”

Our father? Did he just say our father? “Yeah, I know I haven't exactly been the greatest son, but it goes both ways. He could have done things different. Did you just say our father?” Cocking my head, brow arched, I tried to get myself between Stefan and Noella.

His lips parted, chuckling. “Are you seeing it yet? Look at me!” Holding his arms out wide, he glanced up and down himself.

That was my chance, I charged him. Hitting him hard, I wrapped my arms around his waist. Falling to the floor, the gun went off. My ears buzzed, the deafening pop split through the cabin. Holding his chest down, I pulled my hand back and laid a hard blow into his face. My knuckles hit the soft flesh, a crunching sound billowed around me.

And I couldn't stop, punch after punch rained down onto Stefan. I hit him until all the air seemed to escape his chest. His body went limp and lifeless, head angled towards his shoulder.

Pressing off him, I stood and turned towards Noella. She was yanking the rope from her wrists, freeing herself. Shifting her gaze to me, she yelled, “Hegan! Look out!”

I tried to duck, but Stefan laid into my skull with his elbow. Dropping to my knees, he kicked me in the back, my head was twirling, vision fuzzy. Rolling to my back, Stefan was standing above me, holding a knife from the counter.

“Hegan!” Noella yelled, sliding the gun that he'd dropped my way. Wrapping my fingers around the handle, I held it up and fired. Stefan stumbled backwards, eyes open wide, staring at me with a shocked expression.

The sound of sirens started to roll in the distance. Holding his shoulder, Stefan slid down to the floor. “He's my dad too, half of this was mine, Hegan. You never deserved any of it.” Letting his head fall back, his eyes closed.

Climbing to my feet, gun still held firm on him. “What?”

“I'm your brother, well your half-brother.” The air from his chest heaved out, head tilting towards me. “Brandon doesn't know it yet. That's why I went to your house that day, not for the butler job. But I was too nervous to tell him, and when he asked if I was there about the job I froze.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? So why didn't you say anything?” I wasn't sure if that was another ruse by him, or if he was being honest. I didn't trust him, never did, and certainly not after he just tried to kill me.

Shrugging his shoulders, Stefan made an aching noise. “I don't know, then I found out about his plan for you to have a baby and when she came along, I knew I'd never get what was owed to me.”

“I don't care about the baby, Stefan. I told my dad that tonight. He can keep his fucking money, I don't want it. Noella...” Eyeing her from over my shoulder, I said, “She's all that matters to me, nothing else.”

The loud pounding of feet echoed over the boat. “Drop the gun!” A police officer yelled from behind me.

Letting the gun fall to the floor, I held my arms up. Noella ran over to me and wrapped her arms around my waist. A large group of armed policemen rushed into the cabin, swooping the weapon up, and taking Noella and me out of the boat.

I was shocked, I had a half brother that was fucking crazy as hell and tried to kill me. Standing at the ambulance, I watched them put Stefan into another one and drive away. Noella draped her arms around my chest, head resting firmly against me.

Looking up at me, she asked, “Did you mean that? That you don't care anymore about the money or having a baby?”

“Every word of it. I don't need that shit to get what I want, I already had what I wanted.” Slipping my thumb under her chin, I pulled her to my face. “I only need you, all the money in the world couldn't make me as happy as you do.”

Flickering her eyes between mine, lashes fluttering, I pressed my lips against hers. They were warm, soft velvet against my skin. Breaking the seal, she hovered her lips against my cheek. “So what are you really saying, Hegan?”

The words weren't hard to find, they had been sitting on my tongue all night. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Her whisper sent chills across my body, a feeling I never experienced until then. “And just to let you know, I'm pregnant.”

If I hadn't been dizzy already from the blow to the head, I would have been when she said that. Grabbing her shoulders, I pulled her back. “Are you fucking with me?”

“No,” she said with a smile. “I took the test earlier today, and it came back positive.” Her fingers swirled across my chest, tugging gently on my shirt.

My heart started to race, even wilder than having the gun to my face. Noella was pregnant. She was having my baby. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I lifted her up, and spun her in a circle. I hadn't really thought about how I would've reacted; or what I would've thought if she had actually gotten pregnant.

But it was nothing short of elation. I'm going to be dad. Wow, a baby.

I couldn't believe it. I was going to be a father.

Life would never be the same. Everything about the world I knew, looked different. It changed in a split second.

And that was a welcomed feeling.