Air I Breathe (Hudson and Emmy Book 1)

by Amanda Kaitlyn

  “She will always belong to me.”

  The thin thread of composure I'd had snapped in two.

  I didn't remember pulling my piece and training it on his head.

  Didn't recall wrapping my angered fingers around his throat and squeezing until he pled for his meaningless life.

  All I saw was Emberly. Her face, littered with horrid bruises.

  Her eyes, fear filled and lifeless. Her trembling body, as she cried against my chest. Her pleading with me not to go after her attacker, afraid of losing me.

  Fight to the death. That's what it was.

  Laws ceased to exist.

  The chains of societies rules didn't stop me. I was doing this for her.

  I would do anything to ensure her safety.

  I love you, Emberly.

  Darkness.

  To be continued. For now…

  The second installment of The Cuffed By Love Duet is coming soon! In the meantime, I've left you the first chapter of Hudson and Emberly's conclusion, Breath We Take. Enjoy!

  XO

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  Air I Breathe Playlist

  Naked by James Arthur

  Impossible by James Arthur

  What Lovers Do by Maroon 5

  Kiss Me Like A Stranger by Thomas Rhett

  End Game by Taylor Swift

  Bad At Love by Halsey

  Perfect by Ed Sheeran

  Thunder by Imagine Dragons

  Beautiful by Christina Aguilera

  Body Like A Back Road by Sam Hunt

  Never Alone by Lady Antebellum

  Marry Me by Thomas Rhett

  About The Author

  Debut author of romantic suspense novel, Finding Beautiful, Amanda Kaitlyn is an incurable romantic. A lover of fairy tales, just a tad dirtier than the ones she used to read as a child. In her free time you can find her reading, writing or walking her 3 dogs, Sable, Bella and Princess. Amanda likes to keep her stories real and her characters relatable and in the pages of her books you can find angsty, emotionally driven romance and alpha men that will do anything for the women they love.

  More From This Author

  The Beautifully Broken: Contemporary Romance

  Finding Beautiful

  Breaking Lucas

  This Beautiful Love

  Dare To Love

  Saving Tayla (August 2018)

  Remembering Ben (Coming Soon!)

  The Black Harts MC: Romantic Suspense

  Until Us

  Make Us Last

  The Broken In Us (TBD)

  The Redemption Of Us (TBD)

  The Weight Of Us (TBD)

  Protecting Us (TBD)

  The Cuffed By Love Duet: Blue Collar Romance

  Air I Breathe

  Breath We Take (June 2018)

  A Spin-off Novel: Just Breathe (TBD)

  The Beautifully Loved Series: A Second Generation Saga

  Impossibly Hers (TBD)

  Undeniably, Loved (TBD)

  Always, Mine (TBD)

  Breath We Take - Chapter One

  Emberly

  THE SUBTLE BEEPING of the machines in the small, hospital room lured me to open my eyes and I felt the hand in mine twitch, the large hand engulfing mine suddenly tightening.

  Oh my god, he's waking up!

  “Oh my god, Tristan! Can you hear me, can you squeeze my hand again?”

  I stood by his bedside, moving away from his grasp only to push the button to alert the doctors they woken up.

  I knew enough about induced coma patients to know that he could have been having involuntary twitches, movements that were normal with someone who'd been asleep for some time. But, I didn't listen to the nurse in me just then.

  Didn't want to.

  I wanted to believe that he was coming back to us.

  “Not a child, Em. I can hear you just fine.”

  A burst of laughter bubbled up and out of my chest at his gruff statement, his eyes opening just enough to look at me and when they did, a faint, humored smile graced his pale face.

  “You're awake.”

  I dumbly said, not believing it quite yet.

  “Seems that way. Where's my woman?”

  Looking behind me to the slightly open door of his room, I shook my head, unsure of where I'd heard Ashlee say she was going. I think the cafeteria.

  “I'm not sure.”

  His thick, black eyebrows instantly drew together, agitation covering the playful look in his eyes only a moment before.

  It could have been the pain medication heightening his mood, I wasn't sure.

  I knew just how much he cared for my best friend and how fiercely, protective he was over her. Almost as much as my Hudson was.

  “She should fucking be here. Go find her.”

  “Tris-”

  “Where the fuck is she? I wake up from God knows how long in this stupid place and she's not here? Wait- how long has it been?”

  Twisting my hands in front of me, I wasn't sure how much to tell him.

  He'd been through so much and I didn't want to add to that only mere minutes after he'd woken up from his coma.

  “Do you remember the accident?”

  His eyes widened at my words and he slowly nodded his head, bringing an agitated hand to move through his hair before responding.

  “Yeah. How long, Em?”

  “Four days.”

  “And she's been here?”

  “Yes, of course. I'm sure she's just grabbing some food…”

  “Babe?”

  The word was spoken so softly, I barely heard it but one look at Tristan, I knew he could have heard it in the middle of the loudest room.

  Turning my head toward the voice, Ashlee stood with her arms wrapped around herself, a brown bag from the cafeteria hanging from one of her hands as she stared across the room at the man she loved.

  The man she almost lost…

  “It's okay, Ash. He's okay.”

  She didn't budge.

  I was betting that her emotions were overwhelming her and that she just needed some space and time to realize that what she was seeing, was real.

  The energy in the room seemed to shift as Tristan reached out for her hand from the hospital bed he was attached to, his eyes pleading with her as he spoke for the first time since she'd entered the room.

  “I'm right here, Gorgeous. Come here, fuck, come here.”

  Ashlee looked from his face, etched in concern and annoyance of the situation to his hand and back again. Nonetheless, she just shook her head, backing away from his grasp.

  It wasn't like her.

  She was fearless and kind and loving, to every single person that she met.

  She didn't have a mean bone in her body.

  From the obvious shaking of her shoulders and the rigid way she held herself, I thought she was in shock. I stepped toward her just as a loud, ripping sound permeated the air and heavy footsteps landed on the laminate floor.

  “Tristan! What are you doing, your injuries…”

  He'd torn the I.V and sensors from his arm and was standing beside the bed, his massive frame shaking with the effort I knew it took him not to pull her into his arms and shield her from whatever was running through her mind, halting her from moving toward him.

  “She's my everything, Em. How am I not supposed to go to her?”

  He damn near growled the words at me and I nodded, stepping back as he quickly made his way to her, stopping only a foot away of where she still stood, frozen. I don't think she realized who was standing there, not until his hand gripped her chin and moved up to hold her face in a gentle, yet firm grasp.

  “Look at me, Ash. Fuckin' feel me. I'm okay, pretty girl.”

  It took a minute for her eyes to dial-ate and her tremors to subside but when they did and her eyes looked up at him, you could have felt the connection they had hanging in the air.

  “Tristan!”

  Her arms quickly wrapped around his neck, his hands lifting her up his body so her legs c
ould wind around his waist and as he held her there, comforting her and murmuring how much he needed her, how he would never leave her, something inside of me broke.

  Because as I watched my best friend reunite with the man she loved, all I could think about was Hudson and how he'd left to find Brad after I'd begged him not to. He was a stubborn man and his protective instincts were motivating his choices. What I wanted didn't matter in the face of the danger Hudson felt I was in. I couldn't help the sinking feeling in my gut that told me something would go wrong.

  Please come back to me, Hudson.

  “I'm going to, um find your doctor.”

  I mumbled before closing the door behind me, leaning on it for support for long minutes before my legs felt steady enough to walk to the nurses desk around the corner of the hallway.

  “Is he awake?”

  Ellie was standing behind it as I approached but as soon as she saw my face, she rushed over, engulfing me in an embrace I hadn't known I needed until that very, moment.

  “He's okay, Ellie. He's okay.”

  She didn't release me as she released a heavy, sigh of relief against my shoulder.

  “Thank God. Ashlee…”

  “She's in there with him. I thought I'd give them some time before letting family in to see him.”

  Nodding, she pulls away, looking at me with concern but I shake her off.

  “I'm fine, I promise. Can you page Doctor Sinclair to his room? I think I'm going to go into the chapel for a bit.”

  Understanding softened her gaze as she looked at me and when she nodded, I slipped past her and moved quickly down the hallway, eager for some distance from the reminders of Hudson I saw around every corner.

  If something happened to him…

  I pushed the heavy, wooden door to the chapel open, refusing to think like that.

  He'd been in danger every day, chasing bad guys and putting them away.

  This was no different, I told myself.

  No, it was.

  This time, he wasn't putting his life on the line for his job or his badge or his shield.

  This one was for me.

  * * *

  HI MOM,” I said, forcing the words through the lump in my throat, emotions I'd refused to feel for so long after her passing resurfacing and I felt them all.

  Anger, for the man I'd thought of as my father when really all he'd ever been was a monster and an abuser.

  Pain for the woman that was taken too early from this world, before she found the strength to leave him.

  Regret for all of the times I could have done something, anything to stop his abuse and cruelty towards my mother, but I hadn't.

  But most of all, I just missed her.

  I missed the way she would sing when she thought no one was listening.

  I missed the beautiful songs she'd sing to me when I was young, lulling me to sleep with promises of a better life.

  In a lot of ways, it still felt like yesterday that I learned the news.

  I was in school at the time, when a guidance counselor pulled me into her office and my grandmother met me with one of her long, comforting hugs.

  I was too young to truly understand that the injuries that caused the brain bleed that took her life were caused by my own fathers hands.

  She'd told the doctors that she was clumsy, she fell down the stairs while doing laundry that morning.

  Mom had lied.

  It wasn't laundry day and she wasn't normally clumsy or careless like that.

  No, it was him.

  He killed her.

  My hands were clenched into fists in my lap as I tried to reign in the hopelessness that sent chills down my spine. The same way as it did every time my thoughts returned to my childhood and the darkness that I lived in for so many years.

  Looking up at the ceiling, I closed my eyes tightly.

  I didn't have to live like that anymore.

  I had love and happiness and safety in my life now and something else I never would have imagined having.

  A man that loved me.

  Hudson.

  “I know I haven't talked to you in a while. It's not that I didn't miss you, Mom. I miss you, so much. I guess it's just been hard for me to think about you, because it's not fair. You should still be here. We should be together, making memories that I can tell my children about. Wow, I don't know if I'll have them, but if I do, I want you to know that I'll try to be the best mom I can be. I just wish you were here to help me.”

  My hands begun to shake in my lap as I went on, a weight of pent up emotion pressing on my chest and I knew I had to get them out, now.

  I waited too long, trying to move on with my life, forget the past.

  But I didn't want to do that, anymore.

  She was my mom.

  “I'm happy, now. I have friends, a job I love and I met someone. I think you'd really love him. His name is Hudson.”

  I swallowed past the tears that clogged my throat as the soft sound of the door to the chapel opening caught my attention.

  “Em?”

  Swiping under my puffy eyes, I turned and waved at my best friend, glad to see the light of happiness returning to her eyes.

  “Hey. I was just…”

  “I know, Em. I heard. I think it's really good that your coming to terms with everything. It wasn't long ago that I wondered if you ever would.”

  Nodding, I took her hand as she sat down beside me on the long, wooden bench.

  “I think it's time.”

  Her warm, arms wrapped around my shoulders and I sniffed back the rest of my sadness, squeezing her equally as tight before she leaned back, away from me, a serious look crossing her normally soft features.

  “Tristan just received a call from his sergeant. It seems that Hudson's car was tracked to an old warehouse up the highway. He thought you should know.”

  It took a solid minute for what she was saying to make sense, but when it did, it felt like all of the air drained from my body.

  Hudson.

  “Oh, no. No, no, no… he was going to find Brad. He was the man that…”

  “Oh, babe. I'm sure he'll be okay. He's a good cop.”

  As if pieces of a puzzle clicked together, my mind cleared to the real reason Hudson was so adamant about going after him.

  He didn't inform anyone.

  He went after him… alone.

  “Oh my god, I have to go.”

  Her hands tightened in mine when I attempted to pull away and from the look in her eyes, she wasn't about to let me go anywhere without spilling.

  “He said he had to go after him, said it had to be him. I don't think… Ash.”

  Her face went white when she understood what I was trying to say and then she was the one that was pulling away, grabbing her purse from the bench before running out of the chapel, with me steps behind her.

  Urgency and dread pumped through my veins and my mind was a mess of worries and what if's.

  All I knew was that we had to get to him.

  I'd thought he was risking his life by leaving this morning, but I never imagined just how much of a risk it was.

  If something happened to him…

  “Look at me, Em. I know you're scared and I know you're freaking out. I would be, too. But we have to help him. You with me?”

  Nodding, I forced my shocked body to move down the hall behind her, only pausing when we reached the open door of Tristan's hospital room.

  I didn't hear what Ashlee leaned down and told him but when his wide, concerned gaze turned to me, I knew he understood.

  “I'm going to call the sergeant. He'll have someone come and get you and bring you to the scene. And Em?”

  I was almost out of the door when he spoke my name, so I turned back until my eyes landed on his.

  “Yeah?”

  “If anyone asks, you're his fiance. It's the only way they'll let you go.”

  The thrill that passed through me barely penetrated the fog of worry I was living in but I nodde
d, anyways. Linking arms with Ashlee, we headed toward the entrance and one thought echoed in my mind the whole time.

  He has to be okay.

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