(Thanks to inspiration given by Guest, I had 2 ideas for a sequel, but found the timelines conflicting. Therefore, I will try my best to not be confusing, but I will be writing a sequel and prequel at the same time after HHL is over)
Frank's pov
The men of my detail that I had since put in charge of the protection of my son and his best friend were not far away from their charges, but were not close or fast enough to stop the incoming bullets that attacked my son; hitting his torso in the worst places. My heart nearly leapt out of my chest at the sight; anger consuming me.
I obviously was not the only angered one, for Danny pinned Kyle to the ground in a very Danny manner and cuffed him; seething
"Assault on a police officer, attempted murder of a police officer; unlawful imprisonment, illegal possession of a gun,2 counts identity theft,including that of a cop; and admitting to second degree murder while faking being a cop; 8 counts of murder that we know of. You're coming down to the station already under those convictions. You're looking at life here. Jackie, take him down to the station, see if you can squeeze more out of him, especially who has Mason and where."
By then, Pop and I had gone to the hospital with Jamie, who would need surgery, no doubt about that.
Danny's pov
I then saw Kyle's arm candy; Jamie's ex fiancee Sydney. I was beyond shocked and disgusted. I went over to the former lawyer who once upon a time had been sane and was about to be my sister-in-law and spoke
"Arm candy; were YOU Mason's guard dog?"
By then I had Kyle cuffed and my foot on his back so she was defenseless and nodded; making me twist her arm in anger
"Where IS he?!"
Frank's pov
By now the majority of the family had joined me in the hospital waiting room, sitting in that dreadful area in those awful hard plastic chairs that provided none of the much comfort we desperately needed.
"Will Uncle Jamie be ok?"
The silence had been broken by all three of my grandchildren, and I tried to reassure them with a small smile
"I hope so. The doctors and surgeons are some of the best. He should be fine."
I was having trouble believing my own words until a doctor came out to see us and confirmed what I had just stated. We all exhaled in relief. He was going to be ok. My baby boy would be ok.
We went straight to see him, and he grinned
"Hey everyone"
His voice was dry and raspy from the tube in his throat, and Erin quickly fed him a spoonful of ice chips; which helped a lot. We told him all that Danny had charged Mason and Sydney with and how they were at the station, in a temporary cell, awaiting trial. They had since given up Mason's location; the North Brother Island Ruins. The sweet irony in this is that that location is just West of Rikers Island; where we have our most used penitentiary. They'd be prisoners not that far away from where they kept their own prisoner. They told me that the trial was in a week; and by then I would be healed and able to cuff them myself; which I would gladly do and was looking forward to doing.
Then Mason came in, and we both cried in relief upon seeing that the other was ok. We hugged for an incalculable ammount of time, for, at least as far as I am concerned, time stood still as we embraced. Mason, the real, true, Mason; was alive and well.