Trouble in the King's Court

In Hell's Kitchen, Henrik decided to go get some food. He knew his precious cargo wasn't going anywhere. Aly was so afraid that if she didn't agree to be with him, he would turn deadly and she didn't want that. He wasn't even taking his career or accomplishments into consideration with what he was doing. NHL commissioner Gary Bettman could ban him for life and it seemed as if he didn't care.

Henrik came back from a local cafe, bringing back a sandwich for him. Aly requested a lemonade and a greek Caesar salad with no olives. She was just so drained and worn out from him doing this to her. Henrik stuck some salad on a fork and fed her, "Better?"

Aly nodded, "Yes. These ropes are really making my wrists throb. Can't you loosen them? Please. They really hurt."

"Only a little. I can't have you leaving me," Hank obliged. He loosened the ropes a tiny bit and rubbed her upper arms to soothe some pain.

"Thank you. I just wish you would understand why I can't have you. Henrik, the cops will find us. You could be banned from hockey forever. You accomplished so much for your career to end like this," Aly pleaded.

Hank shook his head and ate his lunch. Aly was terrified of what he would do.

Meanwhile, Kristina and Chris were at Henrik's Tribeca apartment with the police in hopes of finding clues as to where they could be. They knew he wouldn't leave the city, but where in the world could they go!?

One of the officers walked in from the bedroom, holding the cable wires, "Well, he obviously didn't want her calling for help."

Chris walked around the kitchen and saw a sticky note on the fridge from a message he must have taken: Hey Hank, it's Gloria, your realtor. I had to cancel the viewing with couple wanting to view the apartment in Hell's today. I had a family emergency with my in-laws. The viewing will be Wednesday evening. Just make sure everything is cleaned out. See you then!

Kristina came over, "I'm getting scared." She noticed Chris looked sick to his stomach, "What?"

"I think I know where they are," Chris mumbled.

Another police officer ran over, "Where, sir? Where?"

Chris pointed to the note, "His old apartment is still vacant and today's viewing was cancelled. He had to have taken her there." The cops called for backup and then soon left for Hell's Kitchen. Everyone was nervous and prayed he did not turn sinister on Aly or himself.

Henrik and Aly were back in the bedroom, on the air mattress. It was dead silent except for the honking and beeps of cars in the city. Hank traced a fingertip up her arm, "How you feeling?"

Aly glared at him, "I want to leave. Please. I want to see Chris and Kristina. Please."

Suddenly, the front door burst open, "NYPD! Show yourselves!"

"Hell no! She's my girl! Back off!" Hank fought back.

"Henrik, you tool! Let me see her!" Kristina added.

Henrik pulled her up from the bed and shoved her towards the living room, but held her close, "She's fine. Happy?"

"No! You must let her go! This is enough now! Stop this," Kristina begged.

"If you come now, we'll make a deal with the attorney's office. Let her go," an officer stated.

Henrik sighed, throwing her to the ground, "Fine. I give up!"

Kristina and Chris ran over to Aly and helped her, "Are you okay!? What the fuck did he do to you?"

"He hurt me so bad. I need a doctor," Aly cried.

"Come on, let's go to the hospital," Chris said, helping her out.

Henrik glared at them as they all walked away. He not only had to deal with NHL about this, but the fury of his wife.

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