Her Ravaged Life

Ch. -22-

NIKO

 f*****g hell. 

 Bastard Dan got an easy way out thanks to that cocksucker Logan. 

 Well now, Logan has to deal with the s**t he brought upon himself.

 “Let Beetle know he can do his thing,” I say to Jeremiah and turn to Bryce, “Get this f*****g mess cleaned up but leave him,” I point to Dan, “Beetle will deal with him.”

 Walking out to of the warehouse I get a text from Cheruton ‘Patient was transferred here and is stable.’ At least something goes the way I wanted it to. I wish I could drop this mess here and make sure she is getting all the medical attention she needs and deserves.

 I sit in my car, shut and lock the door, lay my head back and close my eyes. Silence, darkness- they heal my soul and give the break I am desperate for right now. I get to enjoy it for good half an hour before faint knock on the window forces me to open my eyes and return to reality. 

 “Sir, they brought Logan in,” Jeremiah informs me. 

 I take a deep breath to prepare for the shitstorm that I am about to land on Logan. That little halfwit will tell me what the hell happened and then he’ll suffer the consequences, whatever they may be is depending on what he has to say.

 I step out of the car, fix my suit jacket and walk back into the warehouse to deal with s**t I don’t want to handle. I want to handle business from behind the desk, give orders and look things over not discipline rouge staff. Ten years ago, I took pleasure in that, not anymore.

 When I see Logan he is on his knees with three guns to his head. 

 Is he crying? Motherfucker is crying. I want to blow his brains out only for that. He is working for me, and sucker is crying like a little b***h. We really need to check how and who passes the tests to get into the crew cause Logan is living example that our current evaluation system if flawed, well deeply flawed.

 “Get up,” I command, I am not going to speak to him while he is on his knees, I want to speak to a man not a sobbing b***h.

 “B-b-boss, I,” he starts to speak while still crying.

 “Get the f**k up,” I roar at him, and he gets up instantly. “You don’t get to speak before I allow it!” Looking at his sorry ass I am not even sure if I want to know what he has to tell me. He is witless boy who wants to play with men, unfortunately for him, he chose the wrong man for who to play.

 He just stands there, few feet from me, still sobbing, still not looking me into my eyes, still not knowing what is coming at him.

 “You stole from me. You betrayed me. You have one chance to save your life,” his eyes land on me, he finally understood what might happen to him, “Explain yourself and make it quick,” I have no desire to listen his sobbing for more than a minute.

 “I-I I am sorry Boss,” he tries to speak but I only hear wailing, “He wanted to die before you came, he was so afraid,” the wailing continued, “I wanted to help, he was so afraid.” 

 “You wanted to help?” I start laughing. He wanted to help. Very compassionate of him, I think I will nominate him for Nobel Peace next year. 

 “B-boss…” He never got to finish. I put a bullet in his head before he managed to do that.

 “Who was supposed to help you?” I ask almost silently. He was young, stupid and selfish. If he didn’t have intel on my organization, I would have let him live with some reminders probably, but he was not someone I could trust walking around with sensitive information. And sensitive soul as we found out just now.

 I stretch my back and hand my gun to Jeremiah, hopefully I don’t have to use it for a while now. Killing never gave me any satisfaction, it was always means to an end, especially when on the other end of the gun was someone from my own crew.

 Anyway, it is done and there no reason to reflect on it any longer. My men know what they are risking if they go behind my back or refuse direct order. I didn’t reach the position I am for being considerate or forgiving, this is for the bottom feeders.

 We can leave at last; I am getting too tired to deal with more fallouts and idiots failing on their most basic assignments. 

 “Cheruton and then to the apartment,” I let Jeremiah know our route. He never shows, but he must be exhausted to the critical point by now, but the man never stops if I don’t. I think I have never seen him rest his eyes let alone sleep while on the job. Few hours and he can take a break if he even knows how to do it.

 We arrive at the Cheruton, and I try stay as composed as possible when I get close to her room. Last time affected me too much, I’d like to write it on my fatigue, but something tells me that is not the case.

 I stop for a second at the door. Maybe I should just leave? She made a decision and called me in desperation, that does not mean she wants me here, she just wanted to live. I let her leave and she did maybe it is time for me to get over that possessive feeling toward her. f**k. There is no point of trying to talk myself out of it, I know I can’t leave her behind this time around.

 I step into her ward and close the door. She is still unconscious. Her skin seems to have little shade of life in it, still far from the perfect complexion she used to have, and she looks skinnier, still beautiful though. I shake my head, don’t go down that road. 

 She already turned everything inside me upside-down. I can’t let her have that kind of power over my decisions, my life. 

 I walk to her bedside and move my hand closer to hers, but halt just before touching, I really shouldn’t, she is mine only on paper, I have no real claim over her. I will help her get better and keep her near until she has served her purpose, but then we’ll go our separate ways. No point on getting more attached.

 With that thought I decide to leave. I need to sleep and get my head straight.

 I walk away, pull the door open and almost manage to step out.

 “Hey,” says the faint voice that forces me to stop.