Owned By a Greek god

**** RYAN P. O. V ****

I rushed Jason to the hospital while he was covered in his own blood. I knew for sure one thing, and it made me cry.

Because of our past, our enemies will keep making life hard for us.

I hurried Jason and Melina into the car. I looked around to see who did this, but I didn’t know what I was doing because I didn’t know what I was doing.

Agnes put more pressure on Jason’s wound and said, “You can’t let that Scot go free.”

“Agnes, we can’t keep killing to make things right, because the person we kill will have a family who will want revenge.”

I told her, “We can’t keep killing them to make things right, because that will only make more enemies, and we’re supposed to start a new life, not keep the old one going.” She nodded in tears.

I was about to get into my car when I heard an ambulance’s sirens. They ran into the compound, and I opened the car door so they could carry them.

Jason and Melina were put on a stretcher and shoved into a bus. The doctors in the bus got right to doing what they do.

Then I remembered that we no longer live in the town where bad boys like my brother run things.

A woman I thought was a detective asked me, “Good morning, Sir. Can you tell me what happened?” She had a piece of paper and a pen in her hand.

“It happened quickly. We were asking our partners to marry us when we heard gunshots. The next thing we saw was Jason falling in his own blood.

“A few seconds later, his future wife, Gracie, passed out,” I said, trying to be strong for Agnes and my family.

“That’s all I can remember,” I told her, and she nodded and wrote something down.

“Thank you, sir, for the information. We’ll do our jobs and find the person who did this. For now, I’d suggest you stay under the protection of the police until we find out who is trying to kill your brother,” she said, and I nodded.

Then I wrinkled my brows right away.

I asked her, “How did you know he’s my brother?” and her eyes got big.

She asked slowly, “What do you mean?”

I walked up to her and said, “I haven’t told anyone that Jason is my brother. I haven’t filled out any forms or told anyone how Jason is to me, not even when I gave my Statement.” She started to move away.

“Don’t get any closer or I’ll turn you over to the police,” she said in fear.

“No, you won’t. I’ll give you to them myself. You need to tell me what my brother did to you that you thought killing him was the best idea,” I said angrily.

“Go to hell!” She said and the cops surrounded us immediately.

A higher-ranking cop asked, “What’s going on here, Detective?”

She said, “I think this man is crazy,” and I laughed.

I said, “Before you decide that, why don’t you let me tell this cop how I feel about their Detective?” and he listened.

He said, “Go on,” and I could see that she was going to be uncomfortable.

“Thank you. This woman came to take my statement. Take the paper from her and check everything I said.”

“I never told her who was hurt until she said, “For now, I think you should stay with the police until we find out who is trying to kill your brother.”

I asked her, “Can you help me ask her how she knew he is my brother? I haven’t filled out any forms today that would prove to her that we are the Emerson Brothers,” and she got angry.

She said, “I don’t need a form to tell me that Been in the same place with the Emerson Brothers is a disaster that needs to be stopped.”

I asked the cop, “So you thought killing him was the right thing to do?” and he raised his hand.

He asked, “Detective, are you saying that you know these brothers from somewhere?” She let out a breath.

“I know them well enough to know that the best thing to do is kill them before it’s too late,” she said, making me even more angry.

“And you call yourself a cop! How dare you try to kill someone against the law!” I yelled trying to get to her but the rest of the cops held me back.

“Well, I became a cop here because the police did nothing when your brother killed my mother,” she yelled back.

The cop said, “So you thought you could get back at him by killing him,” and she couldn’t say anything else.

He said, “Thank you so much, Mr. Emerson,” and I nodded and looked at the woman.

I told him, “My name is Ryan Emerson,” and he agreed.

He told her, “We’ll do what we have to do. You’re under arrest for trying to kill Jason Emerson, Miss Decker,” and they put handcuffs on her hands.

As they led her away, she looked at me with anger and pain in her eyes. When I looked at Agnes, she had my hand in hers.

She kissed my shoulders and said, “It was the right thing to do, and I love that you are always on the lookout. It was easy to catch the bad guy because of you.”

“I had to. I knew something was wrong with her the first time I saw her staring at Jason as he lay in the van,” I told her. She sighed.

“About that,” she said, “we need to get to the hospital right now. The van is on its way.” I nodded.

We walked to the car and got in. Then I turned on the engine and drove very quickly to the hospital.

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