The Gangster's Baby Boy 2 [INDEFINITIVE HIATUS]

Chapter 011

Erik was still stitting inside his car, questioning the situation he was in, surrounding the sudden disappearance of the man who comforted him. He threw his phone aside and started the car quickly turning and driving forward as fast as sonic runs for his hotdogs.

He wiped the dry tears with the back of his hand and held the steering wheel tightly.

Misha, what happend to you?

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The hospital doors automatically opened and four men rushed inside holding a bed with Misha lying on top of it and urging the doctors inside to treat the unconscious man.

After Misha was taken into a random room, Sergey arrived in one of his black luxurious cars and stepped into the hospital in a hurry.

Sergey had a huge advantage as a mafia boss, he was rich. He owned many buildings and along those buildings were a few hospitals, which is quite convenient when you live a dangerous life like his and his men.

He watched from the seethrough window, how three people were trying to wake Misha up. Sergey was holding his golden necklace tightly which had the cross on it and, even though Sergey wasn't the biggest believer, he prayed. He prayed from the depth of his heart and was trembling in fear. He found the nearest chair and sat down. Messing up his hair in frustration and keeping them on his head holding his hair tightly.

After what felt like an eternity, the doors opened.

Sergey lifted his head up and was approached by one of the doctors, who seemed quite relieved.

"He's fine. He'll wake up in about an hour or more"

Sergey sighed out of relieve and nodded. He patted the shoulders of the doctor and thanked him before walking pass him and stepping into the bright room with the man he loves lying unconscious on the white bed. The needles in Misha's arm were felt by Sergey and he clenched his fists in anger.

He closed the door behind him, pulled the curtains and blocking the view from every direction of the room before pulling a chair next to the bed and sat down beside the man who worried him to death.

He gently held Misha's wrist.

"Misha, don't leave me. You're not allowed to leave me, do you understand?"

He's never been so drawn to a person before but he believes Misha was the right one since he's only gotten the best from Misha and he's the most Sergey trusted the most.

He was examining his face and, without realisation that he was leaning himself closer, until their lips connected. He was kissing the owner of his heart with such passionate that the quiet room was filled with smack and naughty noises.

His slided his hand underneath Misha's shirt and was enjoying the feeling of his hard abs.

He moved his hand higher - a cold hand stopped him from going up any further and Sergey lifted his head up and glanced down at the awake Misha.