Her Ravaged Life

Ch. -20-

NIKO

 I sit into the Lincoln and greet Beetle who is already waiting inside.

 “Hey man, tell me about the dude,” he skips the small talk and cuts straight to business. No wonder he has reached at the top of the list who to call when you need someone to disappear without any loose ends.

 I give him all the information I have, name, job, family, friends, obligations, financials and daily routine. Everything I ordered when I first recruited him to keep an eye on Gianna and deliver her to me. Sure, right now it seems like I chose the wrong guy, but I never intended to keep her.

 “Good, good. You want the complete package?” He asks while flipping through the binder and marking some of the information.

 “I'll deal with him first; you just create the scenario and make him disappear after I’m done.” Basically, I let him do what he does best. Lose people, dead or alive, so no one will ever even bother to look for them. He creates a storyline and makes it come to reality with no loopholes or doubts for others, so people and bodies can disappear without leaving a trace.

 “Call me when I need to kick it in action,” he says, gets out of the car and that’s probably the last time I see him during my stay here.  He never discusses what he is planning or how he executes it, whether you trust him or you don’t hire him, simple as that.

 Jeremiah joins me and gives directions to the driver to take us to the warehouse.

 During our drive we are both making calls to make sure I have enough men searching for Dan that there is no way he could slip through my fingers and go into hiding. With connections all over the city I have every resource I need to find him and find him fast.

 Quick stop at the warehouse to see if everything is ready when they bring him in and before long, we’re back in the car on our way to the hospital. I called there to get some information but none was given out, so I am still in the dark if she even survived the ride to the hospital.

 Jeremiah already made all the preparations for her to be transferred to the private hospital I own if she is alive. It is hard to tell how I feel about all of it because hunger to make Dan pay for what he did shadows all other feelings.

 She might be my wife, but it was business not affection what tied the knot. 

 Yes, she had an effect on me, her ravishing body, blonde hair flowing on her back and captivating eyes wouldn’t leave any living man indifferent. I want her, that is no secret, but I don’t need her in that way, if she gets her parents here she is free to go with divorce.

 I ignore the pinch I get when thinking about her leaving and focus on making sure I still have a wife who could leave me one day. 

 We arrive at the hospital, and I rush to the reception to finally get the information I am here for. 

 “Gianna Hayes was brought in earlier; I want to see her!” I demand from the seemingly tired and overworked lady sitting behind reception desk. Depending on her condition I am pretty sure they will deny my request, but I want to see the extent of the damage he did on her before I make him suffer ten times worse.

 “And you would be?” She is definitely overworked, didn’t even give me one glance.

 “Her husband!”

 “Oh, right, well I think it is best if I call for the doctor,” she says nervously, walks into the back room and I get a feeling I am going to get some very bad news soon.

 I have been waiting for several minutes and neither the receptionist nor doctor have returned, and I am getting anxious. I understand there is a possibility that she didn’t make it, but I never considered it an option. We made a deal and I need her to finish what she promised.

 Is that all I need from her? It is easier if I don’t confuse myself answering that question.

 I start walking back and forward in the corridor to have something to do while I wait in this depressing place that smells of piss and sanitizer at the same time. 

 “Sir, I am Dr. Woodard and currently treating your wife.” Currently? Currently treating, so she is alive. I let out a breath and shake his hand. “Unfortunately, we don’t allow visitors at this point. And I want to be frank with you, I don’t have any good news, she lost a lot of blood and was brought in nearly deceased,” he said without sugarcoating it. But I knew it all already, I saw it. 

 “I want her transferred, we already filed the paperwork,” I tell him. Not that I doubt his abilities, but this place is not good enough for her. Here she is one of the patients but in Cheruton she’ll be THE patient. I owe her that for letting this happen on my watch.

 “It is not safe to move her. She might not make through the night let alone disconnecting all the machinery for transfer.” I know he is right. He deals with this type of injuries daily, but he has never dealt with me.

 “Sign the damn documents,” I tell him in a way he knows I didn’t come here to argue, I came here to take her, and I will.

 “I am sorry, I am not signing these. I don’t want my name on this cause this transfer will kill her,” he said, turned around and walked away. 

 s**t!

 I walk after him and push him to the side. “What needs to happen before you let us move her?” 

 “She lost a lot, I mean A LOT of blood and we are running dry on her blood type. If we can get transfusion started tonight, there might be a chance for a transfer in the morning.” I’ll take this. Might is better than solid NO. 

 “What type you need?” I can probably have it here within an hour.

 “AB negative.”

 I take my phone and contact my clinic to have them send their reserve of AB negative here. Usually, I would let Jeremiah deal with that but I don’t have the time to repeat everything to him so I make the demand myself.

 “How the f**k can that be?” I almost scream at the COO of the clinic. I own the most expensive private clinic in this f*****g city, and they have the audacity to tell me we have no stock of needed blood type.

 “Send Jeremiah the list of donors we usually use!” I tell him and hang up. I am going to contact them one by one if necessary.

 f**k, none of this wouldn’t have happen if I just kept her with me. f**k me and my plan to get her crawl back to me.

 “Sir. You need to see this.” Jeremiah hands me his phone with the donor list, “Andy Fontaine,” he says and my eyes instantly lock on his name. 

 “Call him,” I command, I don’t care what time it is, if he is in town, he’ll get his old cranky ass here. We go way back, and he would never refuse me, he owes everything he has to my family. There was time he lost everything and was ready to give up, but my grandfather kept pushing him until he found the strength to carry on and built an empire from ground up.

 My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I take it out to check the message, ‘Package is at the location’. Small smirk creeps on my face when I look at Jeremiah who got the same text and is now waiting for instructions from me, “I want him in a box for the night, we’ll start with him in the morning.” Getting Gianna out of here is priority, shitface Dan can enjoy the box until I am done here.

 Minutes feel like hours waiting in this flea infested hellhole they call hospital. This place needs an investment and fast.

 “Nikolay son, you better have a good excuse why I had to get out of bed at this hour!”