The Mafia's Pet: Pawn Of The Ruthless ( A Dark Romance)

Chapter 46: The Night in the Hospital

The fluorescent lights buzzed softly in the sterile hospital room, casting a cold glow over Aemilio's pale face. The plan was the give Amelio's surgery before night comes so they can activate what they had in mind.

The painkillers coursed through his veins, dulling the ache but not the anxiety that gnawed at him. Bruno sat in the corner, his silhouette a brooding figure against the harsh light. They had agreed to spend the night here, knowing that the danger was far from over. It was a necessary precaution; the hitman who had attempted to take Aemilio's life would likely return.

Bruno had pretended to leave, the guise of normalcy to throw off any potential observers. He knew that the shadowy figure who had struck would not give up easily. They had already lost too much; Aemilio's life had been hanging by a thread, and they couldn't allow that to happen again. With every tick of the clock, Bruno felt the urgency rise within him.

Hours passed slowly, the rhythmic beeping of the machines and the distant murmur of the night staff punctuating the silence. It was just after midnight when the silence shattered. A noise, a scuffle in the corridor, and Bruno was instantly on high alert. He gestured for Aemilio to remain still, his instincts kicking into overdrive.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and a figure darted into the room. Bruno's heart raced as he recognized the hitman from earlier. The man was armed, a gun drawn, and his eyes glinted with a manic desperation.

"Let's finish this!" the hitman yelled, his voice cracking.

But Bruno was quicker. He lunged forward, tackling the man to the ground before he could take aim. They wrestled for control, and in the struggle, Bruno felt the weight of his responsibility heavy on his chest. This was his fight too, and he wouldn't let Aemililio down.

With a quick motion, Bruno disarmed the man, tossing the gun aside. Aemilio, still recovering, managed to rise slightly, eyes wide with disbelief. He watched as Bruno restrained the hitman, who was squirming beneath him.

"Why don't you tell us who sent you?" Bruno demanded, his voice low and menacing.

The hitman's face twisted in anger and fear. "You think you can stop me? I'm just the messenger!"

Bruno's grip tightened. "You've already failed, so why don't you start talking?"

Aemilio, despite the pain, managed a smile. "It seems like you picked the wrong target. You've wasted your time, you know."

The hitman squirmed beneath Bruno, eyes darting around for a way out. "I'm telling you, it's Raimundo! He sent me! Just let me go, I can—"

Aemililio, feeling a rush of adrenaline, leaned closer, his voice cutting through the tension. "You're not in a position to negotiate. You tried to kill me. That's a death sentence in itself."

Bruno exchanged a glance with Aemilio, a silent understanding passing between them. The hitman was all bluster, hoping to leverage his way out of the situation. But Bruno was having none of it.

"Maybe we should make this a little more convincing," Bruno said, reaching for his gun, the cold metal glinting ominously in the fluorescent light.

"Wait!" the hitman pleaded. "I can give you information, everything! Just let me live!"

"Not a chance," Bruno replied coldly, lifting his weapon and shooting the man in the leg. The hitman screamed, a raw sound of agony that echoed through the small room.

Aemilio laughed hard, the sound a mix of relief and grim satisfaction. "I told you, you should've done your research before accepting the job. You thought you could just take me out without consequence?"

The hitman gasped for breath, eyes wide and glistening with panic. "I-I'll do anything! Just don't kill me!"

Bruno stood over him, his expression unreadable. "You should have known better than to come after Aemilio. Now, you get to tell us everything you know."

As the hitman continued to plead, Bruno motioned for Aemililio to sit back, giving him a moment to collect himself. They had the upper hand now, and it was time to extract the truth.

"Raimundo," the hitman began, desperation flooding his voice. "He's behind everything. I was just a tool, I swear! He promised me money—lots of it! I didn't want to kill you, but I had no choice!"

"Of course you had a choice," Aemilio retorted, his voice steady despite the pain. "You chose to accept the job."

The hitman shivered, blood oozing from his leg wound. "I'll tell you everything. He has a plan, a whole network! You can't let me die like this! I can help you take him down!"

Aemilio leaned in, intrigued despite himself. "Go on."

"Raimundo has men everywhere. He wanted you dead because you were getting too close to exposing him! But you have to understand, I'm not part of that anymore. I can be useful! I know where he meets with his associates, where they store the weapons—"

As he spoke, Bruno felt a rush of unease. The hitman was clearly scared, but there was something in his tone that felt disingenuous. He glanced at Aemililio, who nodded, signaling him to let the man speak.

"Finish what you were saying," Aemilio pressed, his tone firm.

"I can give you names! Locations! Everything!" the hitman rushed on, the urgency in his voice rising. "You just need to let me go, and I swear, I'll help you!"

Bruno stepped closer, lowering his weapon slightly but not letting his guard down. "You think we can trust you?"

"I'm just a messenger! Raimundo used me!" The hitman's desperation was palpable. "You can't kill me! I'll make it right!"

Aemilio studied the man, his eyes narrowing. "And why would we believe anything you say? You tried to kill me. You thought you could get away with it."

"Because I'll say anything! I'll do anything! Just don't kill me!"

Bruno shook his head, a smirk playing at his lips. "You're begging for your life after trying to take someone else's. It doesn't work like that."

The hitman whimpered, his bravado crumbling away. "Please! I'll cooperate! Just let me live!"

Aemilio nodded at Bruno. "Let him talk. We'll see if he has anything worth hearing."

As the hitman poured out everything he knew, the air thick with tension, Aemilio felt a sense of control returning. The hitman revealed a web of connections, each name a piece of a larger puzzle that pointed back to Raimundo.

When the man finally stopped talking, sweat glistening on his brow and his breath ragged, Aemilio felt a mix of satisfaction and unease. They had gathered valuable information, but at what cost?

As Bruno turned to leave, a thought struck him. He paused, glancing back at the hitman, who was still on the floor, fear etched across his features. "I almost forgot," Bruno said, his voice cold as ice.

Before the hitman could react, Bruno leveled his gun and fired. The shot rang out, echoing in the sterile room. The hitman's body fell limp, blood pooling beneath him as silence returned.

Aemilio watched, a grim satisfaction settling in his chest. "You shouldn't have crossed us," he murmured, the thrill of power washing over him.

Bruno turned to Aemilio, a hint of a smile breaking through the grim facade. "Let's get out of here. We've got work to do. Keanu will come clean this mess up before anyone will work in,"

They walked away from the scene, the shadows closing in behind them, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. The night felt darker, but for the first time in a long while, they were one step closer to reclaiming their lives from the chaos that had consumed them.