the mafia

Chapter 24

Diamond's POV

I woke up in a bed and it was bright.

I didn't know where I was but there was a window and the sun was out and I felt sick in all the bright light.

Was I even alive?

I heard a beeping noise and I realized I was in a hospital.

A guy rushed in and it made a loud noise and I just rolled over on my side.

A nurse comes in and they put a needle in my arm.

"Ow..." I mumbled.

"Keep her steady." The doctor said about after five minutes ago.

"Keep me what?" I asked.

"Steady. You're unstable."

"Mentally or physically?" I asked.

She didn't answer the question. She just avoided it completely. "You have a visitor." She said instead.

"Who is it?" I asked.

"I don't remember the name. Blonde hair, blue eyes, new york accent. Ring a bell?"

"Yeah. I know who it is. Can I see him?"

"No." She said.

Well that was not what I was expecting. "Why not?" I asked.

"You aren't in the right shape to have visitors." She said. I rolled my eyes.

"A few officers are coming by to ask you a few questions."

"So I can talk to a bunch of old and fat men but not my boyfriend?" She didn't answer again. "Bitch..." I mumbled.

"That's no way to talk to a person who is helping you out." She said.

"Then get me someone else who will tell me what the hell is going on." I said rudely.

She groaned and slammed the door shut. I rolled over onto the side without the big white bandage on it and sighed. How did I even end up in this situation?

"We have a few officers here to talk to you." Someone said creaking the door opened. I groaned and I heard footsteps walk in.

"Are you Alex Holtz?"

"Mhmm. My real name's Diamond Ross." I said trying to sit up.

"But you were known as Alex Holtz for years. What changed."

"It was a name my dad gave to me so nobody could figure out who I was. It was a gender neutral name so people thought I was a guy just in case it got out, which it did. His plan worked and everyone thought it was some big tough guy who was running this thing."

"Well it worked. You know you're going to jail right?" The older guy asked.

"Not without a trial." I said, crossing my arms.

"It's a lot of money and I can guarantee it will be a waste of time."

"Legally I can have a trial so it's gonna happen." I said getting angrier.

"Fine. But where are you gonna get the money for it?" The older officer asked.

I gave him a dumb look and so did the younger guy next to him. He finally caught on but didn't bother to say anything after.

I spoke up instead. "Look, I'll come back to New York. I'm not gonna try and fight it. I just think that I deserve a trial. I don't deserve to spend my life in prison." I said crossing my arms.

"We'll stay in contact." The younger one said to me before walking out.

I laid back down and it felt so good. I turned over on my stomach and my hands were pressed against the side of my rib cage where the bandage was.

"You want to see the kid out here?" The nurse asked coming inside. "You shouldn't be laying like that."

"I don't care." I said quickly. "Is the kid out there the blonde New York kid?"

"He is. Should I let him in?"

"I thought I wasn't allowed visitors." I said snarkily.

"Do you wanna see him or not?" She said. She clearly did not like my attitude.

"Yes." I groaned still not adjusting.

"Hey, Diamond." He said. He sounded tired. All I did was groan. I was too tired to give him a verbal response. He sat down in the spinning chair next to the bed. "Y'know, you stayed concious for longer than I thought you would." He said trying to make conversation.

"I wish I died there." I said moving on.

"Don't act like that. Everything's gonna work out fine." He said. He put his hand on my back.

I groaned and forced myself to sit up. "You keep saying that but it's not. It isn't gonna end well."

"Lay down. You're gonna hurt yourself."

"No!" I yelled. "Who cares? If I die here, I'd be fine with that."

"You're gonna be fine. You'll go up to New York, do what needs to be done, and come back down here."

"That's where you're wrong. There's no way I'm gonna be able to defend myself. Lawyers are a hell of a lot of money."

"We'll figure this out-"

I cut him off. "No we won't! Give it up! I've accepted it and you need to do the same." I said getting angry.

"So you're just gonna give up?" He asked standing up. I was gonna say something but he kept going. "You say you're going to jail for the rest of your life so spend what you've got on a good lawyer. What else are you gonna do with it?"

I groaned and crossed my arms. "I'm gonna be rotting in a jail for the next century. I'll probably die in there. Just let it go."

"No. I want one good reason why you should give up."

"Waste of time."

"So you won't waste a few months of your life for the next eighty years?"

I continued without answering his question. "Waste of money."

"What else are you gonna spend it on? You're going to jail for life, right?"

I hate when he's right. "I'm obviously gonna try. It just feels like there's no chance."

"And maybe there's not. But I mean you're still young. You've got a long life ahead of you. You don't want to spend it rotting away in jail, do you?"

"No. Obviously I don't. I want to stay down here and live my life but it's not gonna happen right now. So I'll ask if I can leave tonight or just as soon as possible and get this over with. Deal?"

"Deal."