CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
CATHERINE’S POV
I checked Jack’s pulse multiple times, but nothing; he was dead, and I didn’t know how to break the news to Burke, who was waiting impatiently in the hospital.
Jack was given twenty-two clean stabs in his stomach, and he had bled too much before we got to him.
“How is Jack?” Burke asked immediately. I got out of Jack’s hospital room; I could not look at his face to break the news to him, so I looked to the ground.
“Catherine, is this a fucking Joke? How the hell is Jack?” He yelled, holding me tightly on my shoulders so that I could barely move. Still, I didn’t give him a response; he was already getting the message through my body language.
Soon, the door went open, and my nurse rolled Jack’s body onto a stretcher covered with a white bed sheet.
“Where the fuck are they taking him to Catherine, stop them,” He yelled, as tears came down his eyes.
My heart stopped beating for a second; I had never seen Burke shed tears; Jack’s death must have hurt him.
“Catherine, tell them to stop,” Burke yelled, getting angry as his wolf voice was beginning to sound in the hospital, and he was scaring the patient.
” Burke you need to calm the fuck down,” I yelled at him, trying to hold him, but he pushed me and ran to where Jack’s body was.
“Get the fuck up, Jack,” He yelled, shaking his lifeless body, but Jack was pale and motionless, but Burke kept shaking it repeatedly while crying profusely.
“You can’t leave me here, Jack; we came here together; get the fuck up,” Burke said; the hairs on his body were already standing at attention, and his eyes were getting red.
I ran to meet Burke and I held him back.
“Burke, Jack is fucking dead, get it together or you will mess things up,” I yelled, holding him tightly.
Burke took me in a hug and cried in my shoulder, while I patted his head.
“We will get through this,” I whispered to his ears, and he nodded his head.
Soon, we were in my car, and I was headed to my house because Burke would spend the night with me; he can’t sleep alone; he is too heartbroken.
When I got home, a letter from the police department was waiting for me, at my counter. It rea;
“We got him ma, Jaxon Pace was seen inhabiting with a woman called Harley,”
A smile crept to the corners of my lips as I read that part.
I had a hunch that Jaxon was working for Harley, but that was not why I got him arrested.
They had implanted a CCTV camera in my son’s hospital room in case he got kidnapped, and Jaxon was seen in the camera pouring a powdery substance into my son’s drip when Nikky was missing. I took it as evidence and reported it to the police, so he would rot in jail.
“Did he work with Harley, or does he work alone,” I asked myself, wanting to be sure; I looked at Burke, who looked depressed.
I continued reading the letter, and surprisingly it had the answer to my question, it read;
“He worked alone, Harley denied knowing him”, and that was surprising; Harley was so messed up that she denied the person she was working with and allowed him to go to jail.
“Thank you, goodness,” I said to myself as I opened my door, hoping that my kids were safe because I had taken them home when we found Jack was dead.
“Mummy, you took so long,” Nikky said, hugging me.
Burke entered the house, crying Jack’s lifeless body.
“How the hell did you get to take his body from the hospital,” I half yelled, shocked that Jack’s body had been in my car since.
“Mummy, is he sleeping,” Nikky asked, looking at Jack, who was dangling across Burke’s shoulder.
“Yes baby, he is asleep; go to your room now; Mummy is busy,” I replied to her question, and Nikky and Dikky went to their room wearing a frown on their face.
“I want to concentrate his body; he deserves to rest in peace,” Burke said, ignoring my question. I hate to say it, but he was right. Jack needs his body to be concentrated.
We waited till evening, when the kids were sleeping, before doing a concentration ceremony for Jack.
We packed him on a table and covered his body with dry leaves.
“Rest in peace, dear friend,” Jack said, before setting the leaf on fire.
We stood there in silence till his body was ashes, and he buried the ashes at the back side of my house; I wasn’t bothered about that; I just wanted Burke to be happy again.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t save him; this was all my fault,” I said as we sat to watch the star.
“No, it wasn’t; he didn’t know I was a father before he died,” Burke said, and that made me uncomfortable.
“Why didn’t you tell me about our kids, Catherine? I have right to them just as you have right to them,” He said, in a stern tone. Burke was angry. I kept that as a secret, but I never wanted him to find out like this.
“Burke, you had a new life with a different woman; I felt you wouldn’t accept the babies; I found out after I left the pack you didn’t expect me to return,” I explained, and he nodded his head like he understood where I was coming from.
“You did tell me when you came back to the pack the second time and found out I have been raising kids that weren’t mine,” he said, and I looked to the ground.
“I’m sorry I hid them from you, but that doesn’t mean you are going to take them away from me,” He said sternly, but he didn’t respond.
“So what are you going to do now that Jack is dead?” I asked him, after a few minutes of silence.
“I’m going to kill Harley,” he said determined.