Forty One

SYDNEY'S POV

Isabella's cry made my heart clench. What did those bastards do to her? I pick her up and rush towards the helicopter and place her on the seat horizontally. I make sure she's safe and won't fall before I jog to the pilots side to find a dead man. What the hell happened here?

I take the body and throw it aside and climb into the bloody cockpit. Everything was set ready. I only have to take off and that's what I do.

I land the helicopter ten minutes later on the helicopter pad on the roof and some nurses run to me looking confused.

"My wife. Help her." One of them nods and runs to a small building on the side and takes a stretcher. I carry Isabella to it and they take off running as I follow them closely.

"God." I let out a shaky breath.

"Who are you to her sir." A dark skinned woman asks me when Isabella gets into the emergency room. I almost look at her dumbly. I just announced she's my wife a few minutes ago. I sigh and let it slide.