HÖRNY BOSS

Chapter 47

🔞 JACKSON 🔞

When I stepped out of my car and headed towards the hospital's passage, Nathan walked up to me and asked me first about Vera. 

He looked really worried and I can't blame him for being so affected by the investigator's sudden attack. He blocked my path to get answers to his questions before stepping aside as if he's a soldier on patrol.

"Why didn't she come with you since you said she's fine?" He asked again when I told him that she's safe.

"I locked her up in the safest place in the world," I replied, walking towards the waiting area.

"You are good for her because she's a very stubborn woman, I was wondering what would make Vera not to come here before you!" Nathan heaved wearily and tapped my shoulder in a friendly way.

"Feels good to know that someone has accepted defeat. Where's the investigator now?" 

"Don't be too proud and ridiculous about it. Let's go, I will take you to him. The doctor said that he needs blood and we couldn't tell his family especially his wife."

"That's a good one. Thanks for helping me again, Nathan. I will have to break the news to them by myself." 

"You owe me four already, so get ready to start paying me back because I can't work for someone like you for free!" Nathan smirked as he pushed the door open.

When I looked at the figure lying down in a bed, under a sheet that was gray like an over washed white shirt, a corresponding addage to his pale skin. He looked so frail.

Wires fixed to almost every part of his body as he was fighting to live. A thick bandage covered his tummy and wrapped around his entire lower abdomen.

I recalled myself in that same position years ago. Lying in a sick bed utterly helpless and being a fighter even if you haven't done as much as flex your muscles in reality.

Various tubes helped him breathe, while an IV bag hung near him, dripping drugs into his system as he lay unconscious. 

There's just a little difference between what happened to me years ago and what is happening to the investigator right then. 

He's hurt deliberately by someone to shut him up. A bullet flew into his body and he's knocked out by the force of it. He's trying to live for the sake of the people who care so much about him.

But mine was complicated and completely my fight alone. There was no one waiting for me to wake up and no one cared back then because of reasons best known to them. I didn't accept to give up and I know he will do the same too.

He must wake up and see the man that hurt him, but maybe after that man's defeat. I touched his stiff, cold and unresponsive hand and apologized to him for not keeping my promise.

Hadn't I promised not to let a strand of his hair get hurt? What if it's Vera that's lying down here? By heavens, I won't have forgiven myself!

If I get a chance, I'll put three bullets into Ken's body. One for Vera, one for every girl he had hûrt in the past and another for the investigator who is suffering so much.

I can't wait for the investigator, that I know because my blood can't stop boiling. How can a living being comit so many crîmés and still breath freely as if he has done absolutely nothing wrong?!

I have to take everything into my hands and fight Ken till my last breath. The first thing I will do is to get Timothy to stay with Vera and I will fly to New Orleans if possible.