The Bellingerre Series Book #1: The Billionaire & The Trophy Wife

Chapter Thirty Eight: The Hero

"We are looking for a woman... a blonde with green eyes. She is pregnant. She may have been brought here!" My mother spoke rapidly while staring at the nurse.

My father, my mother, my sister, my brother and I have stormed into the hospital desperately questioning anyone we think can help us find Bea. All the roads have led to the bloody nurse who is wasting our time.

"Have a sit-"

"Maybe you haven't heard her." Naila grabbed the nurse's stethoscope and tightened it. "We are looking for a blonde-haired woman with green eyes. She's eight weeks pregnant and she was brought in almost an hour ago. Do you hear me?"

"Don't threaten me." The nurse tried to be stubborn.

"I'll handle this." I soothed Naila to let the nurse go. "Listen carefully. We are not the kind of people to wait in line. If you don't give us the assistance we need right now, I with buy this bloody hospital and fire your incompetent ass. I will make sure, you will never work anywhere else ever again. Are we clear?"

She nodded. "Who are you looking for?"

"Bea Bianca." I spoke. "She may not have had any ID on her. Please, where is she?"

"A Jane Doe was brought in a few hours ago. She is in the waiting room. Come with me."

We followed her only to see Bea with two police officers. She's still wearing the beige evening gown. It has blood stains. I ran to her at once. "Bea!" I pushed the officers aside and hugged her. "Are you hurt?"

"No. No I'm fine."

"Whose blood is this?" I whispered.

"Blair's."

"What is going on here?" I asked the officers.

"We are responding to a report about a victim being shot." One of them answered.

"Who?"

"Blair Buchanan. Miss Bea Bianca was just about to tell us what happened."

"Not without a lawyer." My mother intervened.

"Who are you?" The officers asked.

"The better question is who are you?" She poked the chest of the one who asked her. "...to question a traumatized young woman in her moment of vulnerability! What are you trying to do?"

"Mrs..."

"It's Miss. Don't assume things! Go away."

"We are doing our jobs. Why don't you step back before we arrest you for obstruction."

"Why don't you step back before I assemble my army of lawyers to bury you so deep in lawsuits that your little law enforcement careers will be a distant dream?" She lashed out at them.

"Perhaps we can come by later." The other officer pulled him away.

Mom watched them until they were gone. She turned her attention to Bea. "In case you didn't get the memo, in this family, we never talk to the police. Never."

Bea nodded.

"What happened?" We surrounded her.

"Blair and Lawrence abducted me last night. This morning, they had an argument. Lawrence wanted to let me go but Blair pulled a gun and shot him. He's dead Tony. He's dead and we left him there!"

"Bea, be strong. Who shot Blair? Did you do it?"

"If she did we have to burn the clothes she's wearing and scrub her clean." My mother suggested.

"It wasn't me. We struggled for the gun and it went off a couple of times. Through the window, through the door... She was about to shoot me when a man came in through the door and shot her."