The lost fortune of Jerry Nathan

chapter 5

Jerry Nathan asked angrily as he covered himself with a towel. "Emily and Graham are my parents," I said calmly, and I started weeping.

"Why do you cry, Mordena? Did I offend you? He asked, feeling excited.

"You toy with my emotions, and you want me to feel pity? Why couldn't you answer me when I asked if you still loved Gerry?" He asked with a straight face.

I will make it up to you, Jerry Nathan. This is a matter of life and death, and my dad is critically ill. I can't afford to pay his hospital bill. Please, I need help. I said, looking at his excited pose.

"Well, well, well, Mordena, I don't harbor gold diggers! If you scratch my back, I scratch yours too. I can only help you on one condition. He said.

"What condition? I can do anything, Jerry Nathan. I replied as tears streamed down my eyes.

"I know you are a military lady; can you steal or kill? Well, I want you to retrieve four golden glocks that I sold to some gangsters; these are glocks made of pure gold. He continued.

"If you retrieve this Glock successfully, your father's hospital bill won't be an issue; I have sent you the necessary details on your phone as the ball is now in your court. He stated it in a calculated tone.

My phone beeped with a message from Gerry Nathan, which covered the description of the place, size, and texture of the Glocks. I left immediately, since time is of the essence.

I arrived at the bushy path of Halloween Street, sighting a babbed iron fence where these gangsters dwell in an old abandoned factory. I observed that they were not around the premises, so I scaled the fence immediately.

The old metal factory was filled with piles of rusted metal sheets, heavy machinery, and a heap of iron ore, but the factory seemed abandoned a long time ago. I sneaked in and started searching through the old drawers filled with tools and rat droppings.

A clanky noise came from the gate as tires screeched into the premises, incessant chattering and thud from their approaching footsteps, my heart pounding heavily with fear as they entered the factory laughing wildly and surrounding an old table sharing their loot.

"Jordan Peterson, share everything from the loot equally, but don't touch the diamond; we have a client interested in paying two thousand dollars for each piece. Their boss said this as he exhaled cigar smoke into the air.

I decided to leave the premises since I couldn't find the four golden locks. My hand suddenly pulled down a pile of crates. "Stop the chattering! Can't you hear a noise?" Their boss warned sternly.

"We have an intruder; spread out and search the whole place. He said, furiously ordering them.

I took to my heels immediately, but I was suddenly kicked down by one of the gangsters who held my hair firmly and gave me a hard slap on the face. He took me to his boss, who hit a golden glock on my head as he asked me.

"Who are you? Who sent? And why are you here? He asked as he walked around me furiously.

I was already bleeding through the head as he ordered Peterson, "Shave her hair completely, apply bandages, tie her to the wooden pallet, and when we are back, she will spill the truth without hesitation."

They applied the bandage and hurriedly left for another operation. I was exhausted from their torment. My hands and legs were tied to a pallet as I tried to break free from it, and finally I was free.

I arrived at Mr. Jerry Nathan's home, but I observed he had some visitors. The undeniable fact is that these were his family members. Jerry bumped into me within their presence, requesting the golden glocks.

"Where are the golden glocks, Mordena? he asked bitterly, refusing to engage himself in my pain or worries.

"I couldn't get it, Jerry; this is not a task only one person can complete, and retrieving the golden glocks is a journey of no return if I had tried to fight any of them. I said this as I trembled before him.

"Please help me with some funds to pay my father's hospital bill; he is critically ill as he is now laid on the mat and unattended to. I said it bitterly.

"You just told me that you couldn't attempt to fight them and retrieve my four golden glocks, Mordena! You are just a piece of garbage. He exclaimed bitterly.

"You are a weak soldier and a disgrace. Who told you that our family loves charity? You couldn't accomplish a simple task and still want something in return." Stanley, one of Jerry Nathan's family members, scolded me as they laughed about my bandaged head.

"The deal was that simple, but you couldn't get the four precious Glocks, and I have no dollar bill for your father as our contract is strictly for business. Mr. Jerry said it harshly.

I walked out of them in shame to my room. As they laughed and chatted about going to the dancing oyster hotel, they all left the house as I heard the sound of Mr. Jerry's car driving off the premises. I took a deep breath and wept since I couldn't save my dad from the hospital.

My phone rang loudly. I picked it up, and it was Gerry Nathan. "Hello, Mordena, it has been awhile. I just wanted to say hi. He said it in excitement.

I am not at my best at this moment; can I get financial assistance from you, Gerry? I said it without any hesitation.

Of course, Mordena, where can we meet? He asked with every eagerness to help me.

"Meet me at the metroport hospital in Brest," I replied immediately with restored hope, which ignited in me.

I arrived at Metroport Hospital in Brest, which was a twenty-minute drive from Jerry Nathan's home. Gerry was already waiting for me in the hospital. We exchanged pleasantries as we walked towards the medical account officer.

"What happened to your head, Mordena? He asked as his brows furrowed.

"It's a story for another day, Gerry; my dad's health is my ultimate priority, please."

We arrived at the medical accountant's desk, and she asked for my father's name which I told him, he wrote a bill immediately.

"Your father's bill is fifteen thousand dollars, but we discontinued his treatment when we observed that some deposits had not been made. She said with a straight face.

"Take my card and debit whatever her father owes for the medical treatment. Gerry Nathan replies to her.

I had a sign of relief within me after the payment was completed successfully. We were about to locate my parents in one of the wards when an old man on his walking stick got our attention.

"Hey, miss!! Why didn't you save that bill? It's a pity the man you came for is dead."