The Ruthless Mafia King's Posession|18+|

65. If Wishes Were Horse

Luciano

Staring at Janie as I sat on the chair next to her bed, I could feel my heart ache even more. Three days had gone and she hadn't moved a muscle, different from her usual persona of running away and making sure her presence was known. Ramos Ashton was going to pay for his carelessness, and I was going to make sure of it. For every single day, she laid on this bed without a movement, it would be the same amount of bullet I'd put through his chest the moment I saw him.

For a couple of minutes, I looked at every inch of Janie's body, hoping to get a sign of her body moving at any point, but I couldn't. I had seen in movies where a patient or loved one would move their fingers after the patient's loved one beckoned on them to get better and they would, but I had been waiting relentlessly for the past three days, hoping she would do the same, an act I had never done for anyone in a long time.

"It's been three days Janie, please open your eyes," I spoke as I squeezed her right hand softly and then continued in my quest to beckon her to consciousness.

"I have been pleading with you for the past three days, open... open your eyes and at least smile...smile at me" I couldn't get a grip of myself as I stammered the words that came out of my mouth. God! I am in love with her!

"Why did you step in, in the first place, Janie?"

"You should have let the bullet hit me. I'd have known how to maneuver it all" It was my fault she was in this state. I should've let her run, I should've left her when she did, then maybe my heart wouldn't have to keep aching the way it was right now.

While talking to Janie's movement-deprived body, I recalled what Romano had said about Janie's feelings. If it were true, it was another reason to get mad at myself, because she had fallen for the guy who's business put her in this state.

The nurse assigned to Janie had just done a quick check on her before leaving and had instructed that we should be patient for a little more time.

But how much more is a little more time?

While I was lost in my thoughts, with my head bowed to Janie's sick bed, I felt a warm, broad hand touch my shoulders from behind. Then I raised my bent face, to find Romano standing next to me, his face unsettling.

"Give it time, Luciano" he advised, but I was enraged.

"How much more time do I need to give it, huh? It's been three fucking days already" I found myself yelling just after he spoke. I knew he wasn't deserving of that tone of voice, but I was breaking into tiny bits already, I needed Janie awake and not some words of consolation.

"You're not patient enough. The doctor said 5-7 days for recovery, so give it time and chill."

"I should just chill" I air-quoted his words so he could listen to what he had just said

"Just chill? Are you even listening to yourself right now?" I asked him, feeling highly offended by his mode of trying to calm me down "So you're suggesting I stay unconcerned while the woman I love just lays unconscious, on this... This bed!" My voice was a bit commanding, with a hint of anger.

"I know how it feels-"

"No you don't" I yelled, cutting into his sentence before he could finish it.

"Trust me, I do. I have been in love once before—"

"You have no idea how it feels" I cut into his words before he could finish his statement. "You have no idea how it feels to watch the one you love, lay dead in your arms for a while"

I wasn't going to withhold or withdraw my statement after he said he did, I knew he didn't, and his silence proved it way more than his words would have. I wasn't angry at him, I was just frustrated that I had to watch Janie keep her eyes closed for another day or more, while her shooter kept walking around like he had nothing to worry about.

"Nevertheless, I care so little about your love life. Did you get what I asked you to, and did you find him?" I asked without hesitation, a little bit after calming down. Romano, also without much hesitation, cleared his throat before giving me his analysis. He said they had captured five of Ramos Ashton's men, but they had all said that their boss was not involved in the shooting. I found this funny and silly of Romano to think they would accept their boss's flaws and acts, but Romano was bent on proving it to me.

"And exactly how does this prove anything?" I quirked my eyebrow, enough for Romano to see

"What do you mean Ramos Ashton had nothing to do with it? Those fools were probably lying to save their boss" I fumed. "Do you think those men would attest to anything against their boss, huh? And that bastard thinks a little lie can move me and make me think otherwise?"

"As much as I hate to admit it, this time, I believe he might be saying the truth" Romano reaffirmed.

"What do you mean?" I asked, annoyed by his statement falling in support of my nemesis as I stood up from the chair I had been sitting on in rage.

"Ramos Ashton reached out to us, moments after we captured his people and he sent this," Romano revealed before handing me the brown A4 envelope in his hands. At first,  I wondered why he gave it to me, but then minutes after I drew out the piece of paper and saw footage of Ramos Ashton's whereabouts at the time of Janie's shooting I reconsidered.

It turns out he was nowhere in the city. In my hands were his flight tickets, pictures of him, and his events outside.

Damn! This was a total change.

I felt my rage enveloped quickly towards him. The anger and resentment I felt made me uncomfortable. If this bastard hadn't done it, then who did?