With A Twist

TWENTY TWO (ATLAS)

"We need to make sure the revenue from the clubs match with what we are laundering through," I explain boredly. 

This is my fourth meeting this morning and I desperately need coffee. 

And for everyone to fuck off. 

I play with the pen in my hand, twirling it around as the main accountant drones on endlessly about things that, quite frankly, have nothing to do with me. 

"With all due respect," I interrupt the weasly man, "This does not interest me. Just do your job." 

I dismiss him, sending my assistant for coffee as I check my phone for messages. A frown forms on my lips when I see no text from Hazel, which is very rare for her not to be blowing up our phones. 

I dial Andros's number and wait for him to pick up, which he does on the second ring.

"Boss," he answers, sounding concentrated on something else. 

"Have you heard from Hazel?" I ask, taking the coffee my assistant has now brought me and taking a sip. 

"No, she's probably still asleep," he answers, his voice still sounding distracted. 

"I don't know. Something doesn't seem right," I rub my forehead as I begin to tense. 

Something in my gut is telling me to check on her. 

"Do you want me to go to the house?" Andros asks.

"No, I'll go. You're working on the Russian's firewall, right?" I ask him, standing up and putting my blazer on. 

"Yeah. Let me know if she's okay," he says and I agree before hanging up. 

I walk past the people waiting for our next meeting, not even looking at them as I storm past. I take the lift down to my car and get in, driving straight to the house, which takes me about 15 minutes. 

As soon as my car pulls to a stop, I climb out and run into the house, calling out Hazel's name as I search the bottom floor for her. 

As soon as I walk into the kitchen, my heart drops when I see a suspicious box of pastries that I know none of the guys bought. 

A breeze rushes into the house from the open back door and I rush out there, my eyes widening when I see Hazel passed out on the sofa, an empty plate on the table next to her. 

I pull out my phone and dial Theo's number as I reach her, bending down to check her pulse, "Theo, call a doctor to the house. I think Hazel's been poisoned." 

I hang up and throw the phone onto the sofa, pulling Hazel into my arms and carrying her back into the house. I keep her cold body pressed against me as I head upstairs, taking her into my room. 

I strip the damp clothes off her body and place her under my covers in my bed, layering her up with blankets to warm her up. 

Not being able to sit still, I pace the room in an anxious state as I wait for the others to arrive. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I mutter repeatedly as I pace. Guilt riddles my bones from leaving her and letting this happen. 

I own a fucking mafia and somehow my girl got poisoned. 

The doctor Theo called arrives before he does and immediately starts checking her out. She kicks me out of the room to perform tests, only meaning I pace in the hallway rather than in the bedroom. 

"Can we find the Russian fuckers so I can finally torture the living shit out of them," Theo storms upstairs, a scowl forming on his face when he sees the closed door I'm stood outside. 

"The doctor's in there," I explain as he stares at the door, probably contemplating knocking it down. My pacing stops and he nods, leaning against the wall with a murderous look on his face. 

"How the fuck did the box of food get passed the guards and why was it just out in the middle of the kitchen?" I ask aloud, running my hand through my hair in despair. 

"I don't fucking know," Theo starts but gets interrupted by Andros who storms up the stairs. 

"We have a rat," he spits out as he reaches us, his face thunderous. 

"You have got to be fucking kidding me," I lean my head against the war, closing my eyes as I try to keep a lid on my anger.  

"But what do they possibly get from poisoning Hazel? It's not like they were trying to kidnap her as she wouldn't have been outside," I ponder, trying to channel my rage into figuring out this fucking mess. 

"Where's Dawson?" Theo asks no one in particular. 

"He was interrogating someone at the warehouse. I tried to call him but he doesn't have his phone on him in the room," Andros explains, shrugging. 

"He'll see when he's done," I say, turning my attention back to figuring out who the rat could be. 

We stand outside my bedroom door in silence, waiting for the doctor's all-clear to go in and see her. After about an hour, it finally opens and the doctor emerges. We wait expectantly for her to update us. 

"I had to do a gastric lavage to get rid of all the toxins from the poison," she explains, "It's a good job you found her, Mr Rocco," she turns her attention to me. I nod my head in response, every part of my body wanting to push past her and see my baby girl. 

"I've put her under general anaesthetic for the pain from the tube I inserted into her stomach. I've also used charcoal to soak up the poison the stomach pumping failed to get. Just to make sure all the poison is out of her system, I will want to see her every day for the next week but in the mean time, she will need to take these tablets every 4 hours as a general antidote," she continues and I nod, hoping one of the others is taking the information in. 

My mind is too clouded by the thought of Hazel being alone in there. 

"Do you know what the poison was?" Andros asks. 

"I've got a sample of her blood to test it. I'll let you know in 24 hours what I find," the doctor says and we nod, thanking and dismissing her. I rush into the room and immediately climb into bed, pulling Hazel's curled body to me as she sleeps under general anaesthetic. 

Theo sits on the edge of the bed next to her and brushes her hair whilst Andros sits next to him and takes her hand in his. 

"We have got to get rid of these fucking Russians," Dawson bites out through gritted teeth as he enters the room. 

The blood is still on his hands from his interrogation. 

Dramaaaaa!!!

When will Hazel finally catch a mf break?? <33