Chapter 10

As Stella looked to her left she seen the young boy bleeding on the ground.

"MaCanna, run in the house and get mommy's phone. Hurry son."

While MaCanna ran into the house, Stella held the boys chest trying to stop the blood from flowing. "Here mommy. What happened to him?" asked MaCanna. "He got hurt sweetheart. Stay right here beside mommy, okay?" "Okay mommy. I won't move."

Hearing the sirens, MaCanna seen his daddy and Donnie. Running into his daddy's arms, he picked him up. "The boy is hurt daddy. He's bleeding everywhere," said MaCanna. Hearing the Ambulance pull up, Mac asked Stella...

"What happened, love?" "I'm not sure, Mac. MaCanna and I brought out the garbage when we heard the shot."

"Excuse me, detective? He's gone." said the EMT. "Okay, thanks."

"Mac... do you know him?" asked Stella.

"Yes, he's one of the boys we've been looking for. This one and his brother are responsible for the BB gun shootings the last couple days. Earlier while Don and I were at their home, we found out they had stolen a real 45 magnum. From the looks of it, his brother may have killed him by accident. It seems the guy that owns the gun informed us it had a hair trigger. Sweetheart, where is Calista?"

"She's sleeping, I'm going to check on her now. MaCanna stay with daddy."

He was watching from the side of the house. He knew he would have only one chance to get this right. Watching as the woman entered the house, he followed behind her and locked the door. Hearing the click, Stella turned around.

"Don't scream. Don't say a word and you won't get hurt, lady. I want all your money, now!" said Kyle.

"Okay, calm down. I need to get my purse, just don't shoot," said Stella. While Stella walked over to her purse she prayed that Calista didn't wake. Reaching inside for her wallet she came across a picture of their home in North Carolina. Swearing under her breath she whispered... "I swear when this is over, I'm going home where this crap don't happen."

Walking back over to the boy, Stella said... "Here, this is all I have. It should be enough to get you a ticket out of New York. If I had more, I would give it."

"I believe you. It was an accident you know? I didn't mean to kill my brother. We were wrestling over the gun and it went off. But I know I will die anyway, cause of the killings we caused with our BB guns. So it's kinda like I have nothing to lose, right?"

"No... I'm sure if you talk with my husband he'll be able to get you some help. As you said... you didn't mean to kill your brother." said Stella.

"Who's your husband, lady?" asked Kyle. Now Stella was smart enough not to mention he was a detective, which would have been fine until the boy noticed the family picture on the mantle.

"He's that cop outside. You're a cops wife? Just what the hell are you trying to pull? You fucking little bitch." Playing with the trigger of the gun it went off again, this time waking Calista.

"You hear that, Mac?" asked Don. Looking at Don, he said... "Stella." Running towards the house he found the door locked. Looking in the window he seen Kyle holding Stella at gunpoint with Calista in her arms screaming.

"He's got them Don. He's got my family at gunpoint. This can't be happening. We should have never come home," Mac said with fear.

"Stay calm Mac. We'll get them out safe. Right now we need to get MaCanna somewhere safe. So let's give him to Adam, okay Mac? Give me MaCanna," said Don.

Mac wouldn't release him. "Mac... give me MaCanna. We can't save Stella and Calista if you plan on putting your son in danger too, said Don.

Mac knew Don was right. But how could he hand over his son? How did he know MaCanna would be kept safe.

"God damn it, Mac. Snap out of it. If you don't trust your own family. Who can you trust?" yelled Don.

Passing MaCanna over to Adam, he took him to the car. After buckling MaCanna in, Adam left with him for the station. Once they were gone Don turned and said... "Now let's go get your wife and daughter."

tbc...