Everything you need to know about Red.
Being a father to be, and in such a complicated moment of his professional life, Red has a lot to protect. He'll have to do the impossible in order to save the woman of his life from the murder accusations tha...
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My reddened knuckles turn white and I nearly break the iPad I'm holding while laying in the hospital bed with a shitty hospital gown as though I'm a pregnant bitch waiting for her time to deliver.
Head slanted, I replay the video feed recorded live from Mia's new apartment, and my blood pressure rises all over again from the uncontrollable rage I'm feeling right now
That motherfucker is fucking my wife as if she's his. I watch how she holds him so passionately, seated on the kitchen countertop like the horny whore she is. And the bastard pounds on her, his dick buried into her pussy—which is fucking mine—as though I can see all of it close. My muscles stiffen, and my breath runs so rapidly that the heart monitor begins to beep randomly.
"Mr. Kingston!" Bastien snaps, but I keep gripping the iPad while panting furiously, dreaded. "Nurse!" he shouts frantically and jogs out, but my focus is on the woman I gave everything to only to see her fucking an employee.
"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS, MIA? HOOOOOW! HOW COULD YOU STOOP SO LOW?" I growl, too much anger coursing through my heart. And there she's kissing him, grinding herself against him. "YOU'RE MINE! YOU'RE FUCKING MINE!" I throw the iPad away and pain burns through my chest until I can't move an inch.
I yowl in pain and lose focus on reality except for the blurred vision of the doctor and nurse and Bastien running into the room while yelling incoherent words. I remain trapped in the chasm of my dark trance, watching my wife getting screwed by her bodyguard like a cheap slut.
I will kill her. I will kill both of them! I swear I will!
Hours go by to no tell ever since I fell into darkness moments ago. Pulling the oxygen mask off my face, I open my eyes at the same sound of a beeping heart monitor that irritates the shit out of me. It's the sound I recall from my childhood when Mama lay in her sleazy hospital ward after getting a beating from that bastard I called father.
The man I killed with a choking water-like poison mixed in his favorite Russian Vodka. And God, it felt so good. His bottle of liquor was always more valuable than Mama. Women are never to be trusted, Patrick. They're dirty little things that need to be shown who's in control or else they become a real problem you can never control.
He claimed Mama was having an affair with the sheriff, but I was too little to understand, so I simply hated him.
Looking back, I think I do understand him now. I've been too lenient with Mia, scared to follow my father's ways.
But it's over now. She will pay for this!
"How are you feeling, boss?" Bastien asks; he stands up from his seat, throws the magazine aside, and strides over to adjust my bed.
I can breathe on my own but I can't bring myself to move fluidly and it makes me so angry that I grit my teeth. "Good," I reply, pulling in a breath. "Send some men to get my wife from that place this very instant."
