The Billionaire's Baby

50| Vante

"Check stats, bring the documents and 50mg of Atenolol," a doctor instructs to the nurses.

Sofia and I are kept to the side while we watch as Delilah is surrounded by the staff. Among their voices and rushing, the beeping of the machines seem to get louder by the second.

Drowning out everything else around.

My hand balls into a fist at my side and I feel Sofia's hand gently rub my arm. She bites her nails as she watches the scene unfold with wide, concerned eyes.

"Will she wake up?" Sofia whispers among the chaos.

Delilah hasn't moved an inch, but her heart's moving at the pace of a race car and it's impacting her blood pressure.

"Mr Riccardo, Mrs Becker," the head doctor greets us from the opposite side of the room. She shuts off the machines as one of the nurses begins to inject a clear liquid into Delilah's tubes. The doctor stands up straight, holding the clipboard in one arm as she adjusts her glasses. "Mrs Riccardo is stable now, however, at this point we've been keeping her from going into cardiac arrest. But looking at how she's been, she's bound to wake up very soon as the babies are also ready to come out. It is getting riskier to inject her with medication for her heart rate so next time this happens, we're going to have to do an emergency C-section."

Fuck.

"How long for the babies to come out?" I ask, my eyes fixed on Delilah and the nurses surrounding her.

"Most likely within the next 24 hours, Mr Riccardo. We will have nurses and doctors on standby for labour and a C-section," she states. "For now, we can have one or two nurses in the room while we wait for her to wake up..."

She pauses, nervously fiddling with her glasses.

"I'll take my leave."

Sofia's eyes stay glued to the doctor as she leave. But I still keep my gaze on Delilah.

"Vante, do you wann-"

"24-Hours." I mutter. I reach for my phone and immediately dial Peter's number. "Peter, we're gonna find him in the next 24 hours. But I will finish him off."

"Yes, sir. The car will be ready in 2 minutes." I end the call and make my way out of the room, only for Sofia to grip my arm.

"Vante," she starts in a warning.

"No, sorella, I'm going to kill him. I will not let my children come into a world where that fucker exists," I take her hand off me before taking my leave.

Sofia calls out to me in the hallway but I've reached the elevator before she can finish.

The only thing left on my mind is killing him. Killing Jameson. It's the best thing I can do for my children.

For Delilah.

I meet Peter just outside the hospital. He's prepared two cars; one for my men and my Lamborghini.

"Peter, you said you found two possible locations?" I question as I walk to the car and Peter hands me my keys.

"Yes, there's one not far away and the other is a 45 minute drive from here,"

"You go to the further one and I'll take three men with me to the one nearby. Which street is it on?"

"Jude Boulevard, number 451, sir. There might be traffic so you'll have to take the M32 and turn onto Frida," he advises.

I give a stern nod and Peter makes his way to the Urus with the rest of my men.

I open the car door, only finding two of my men inside.