Heir’s Redemption

Chapter 34.

Rámon had spent a couple of days tracking down Veronica’s doctor who seemed to just up and disappear. No doubt that the Doc knew Rámon would be coming for him—it was only a matter of time.

Some of his men finally tracked him down and had him tied up at one of his empty warehouses, awaiting his fate.

Who knew the doctor would flee the state, trying to get away from Rámon?

He just never knew that no amount of distance could ever stop Rámon from getting what he wanted.

And he wanted that doctor’s head.

He pulled up to one of his warehouses before stepping out of his Ferrari. He chugged the rest of the whiskey bottle that was in his passenger seat before throwing the empty bottle back into his car.

Alcohol had became his friend these past couple of days.

He staggered into the warehouse, feeling the alcohol catching up to him. His men led him towards the back where the doctor was chained up.

Rámon entered the back room, seeing Veronica’s doctor chained to the ceiling by his arms. He was stripped of his clothes, hanging naked for all to see.

His men already gotten started on the doctor’s new personal hell. He was covered in lacerations with blood dripping down his pale flesh.

The doctor was barely conscious as he hung from the ceiling, feeling the effects from the numerous beatings he had taken.

“Wake him up.” Rámon ordered as he pulled up the sleeves to his shirt, getting ready to release his rage.

One of his men retrieved a bucket of cold water before throwing it onto the doctor, instantly waking him up.

The man groaned and moved around before he lifted his head and locked eyes with Rámon.

He knew Rámon was the one to kidnap him, but seeing him just made things even worse. His body trembled with fear as Rámon looked at him like the devil himself. He could see the rage and darkness swirling in his amber eyes that slowly turned black.

He knew his death was near.

“Why did you do it?” Rámon questioned with an edge to his voice, “Why help Veronica black mail me into believing that bastard baby was mine?!”

The Doc’s swollen eye’s fluttered as he swallowed his metallic filled saliva before finally opening his mouth to speak.

“I had no choice.” It was hard for the Doc to speak, considering he was badly beaten by Rámon’s men.

Every inch of him was battered and bruised.

“Bullshit!” Rámon growled, “You had a choice to come to me!”

“I couldn’t.” The Doc winced as he met Rámon’s furious gaze.

“I owe Santino.” He confessed, “I owe him and his daughter. I couldn’t say no to their requests.”

“Santino knew about this too?” Rámon snapped back, making Dr. Marinetti nod his head.

Rámon’s breathing increased as his nostrils flared with rage.

He hated Santino, considering he was a con-man. He was a pathetic scheming bastard that held no power in the mafia world.

He had some nerve helping his daughter try and trick Rámon.

“Why do you owe him?” Rámon questioned, wanting to know.

“I had gambling debts he paid off for me.” The Doc confessed, making Rámon roll his eyes.

“So you deceived me over gambling debts?!”

Dr. Marinetti winced at Rámon’s rage, feeling the eerie chill in the room from his coldness.

“You could have came to me.” Rámon stated firmly, “You could have told me the truth and I would have protected you. I would have paid off your gambling debts and made you a free man.”

“Hell, I would have even taken care of you for the rest of your life for your loyalty.” Rámon chuckled coldly.

Dr. Marinetti closed his eyes as tears fell down his swollen cheeks.

Rámon’s words hit him hard, because he knew he was right—but there was nothing else he could do. He already made the choice to deceive Rámon.

Now he had to accept the punishment for it.

“I’m sorry.” Dr. Marinetti admitted softly, sounding like he had no fight left. “I’m really sorry.”

Rámon scoffed as he pulled out a switch blade from his pocket. “It’s too late for apologies.”

“Please spare me!” Dr. Marinetti begged as he saw the switch blade in Rámon’s hand, “I have a family, please don’t kill me.”

“Do you think I give a f**k about you or your family?!” Rámon snarled, “You made me lose the most important person in my life! The one I was gonna have a family with!”

“I’m sorry!” Dr. Marinetti cried out, “Please!”

Rámon screamed out before he plunged the knife into the doctor’s neck before pulling it out. He watched his crimson blood spill out while the doctor choked on his own blood.

Rámon was tired of his pathetic pleas of mercy.

Rámon watched the fear that was present in his brown eyes as they widened and tried to beg Rámon to save him.

“Your death is on you.” Rámon coldly stated as he wiped the bloody blade on his suit pants. “May you forever rest in hell.”

He waited a few more seconds until Dr. Marinetti’s body stopped thrashing around as he took his last breath. The light died out in his eyes before his eyes closed shut for the last and final time.

Rámon released a strangled breath, annoyed by the fact that he didn’t feel any better than when he arrived here.

He thought by spilling his blood would make him feel better—even if it was just a little bit of relief.

But he felt nothing but rage and despair.

He lost is Caterina over nothing, but it was his fault nonetheless.

“Get rid of the body.” Rámon ordered out to his men who stood around him, watching and waiting for orders. “When you’re done, find Santino. Bring him to me alive, I want to make him suffer before I take his head.”

His men bowed their heads in understanding before scurrying off to get rid of the body.

Rámon took one last look at the dead body still dangling in the air before heading back towards his car.

He pulled out one of his many full bottles of whiskey out of the trunk of his car before jumping into the drivers seat.

He chugged the bottle before screeching off his warehouse property and off to god knows where.

His thoughts were plagued by Caterina and only her.

He couldn’t think of anything but her.

To be honest, he didn’t want to think of anything else.

…

Rámon drunkenly pulled through the open gates of the Gambino residence. It was late and everyone was asleep, but the guards were the only ones who directed him towards the house.

They were surprised he even made it here in one piece, considering how drunk he was. He could barely form any sentences, and his breath smelled of a mix of whiskey and rum.

“The former Don and Donna are both sleeping.” One of the guards informed Rámon as he stumbled out of his Ferrari.

He waved them off as he stumbled towards the front door.

His only priority was making it up to Caterina’s room. It was the only place that helped him get closer to her.

It smelled like her.

It held memories of her.

It was the only thing that was closes to Caterina while she was away.

The guards just followed him, wanting to make sure he didn’t fall or wake up their employers for that matter.

Rámon staggered as he made his way into the dimly lit mansion. Some housekeepers were still up, scurrying around and cleaning the place.

Rámon ignored everyone and their nervous glances as he approached the stairs.

“Caterina.” He mumbled, “Caterina.”

He grabbed a hold of the bannister and held on as he started to climb up the marble steps.

The guards shared looks as they watched him stumble and almost fall, but he held his balance at the last second.

“Caterina.” Rámon kept mumbling as he made his way to the second floor.

The guards followed him up the stairs and kept an eye on him.

They knew he was welcomed here, but in the state he was in, they were worried he would cause a disturbance to the former Don and Donna.

It was two in the morning after all, they were asleep.

Before they could stop him, Rámon crashed into a table and knocked over a valuable vase, causing a ruckus.

Rámon tumbled to the floor with a loud grunt.

“Fuck.” He mumbled out as he rolled over and sloppily picked himself up.

He was drunk so the fall wasn’t that painful, but he sure ass hell would be feeling it in the morning.

“What the hell is going on?” Níkolai questioned with authority as he walked out of his bedroom in only a pair of pajama pants.

His towering figure imposed fear into the guards as they scrambled for an explanation.

“He just arrived and insisted on coming in.” One of the guards explained.

Níkolai turned his attention over to Rámon who stumbled past him and towards Caterina’s room.

“Rámon.” Níkolai called out with furrowed brows, not knowing what the f**k was going on.

“Caterina.” Rámon mumbled in response, “Caterina.”

“What’s going on?” Valentina asked as she stepped out of their bedroom, hugging her robe closer to her chest.

“Rámon’s f*****g drunk.” Níkolai informed her, “He keeps saying Caterina’s name.”

Valentina sighed out as she looked down the hall and watched Rámon stumble into Caterina’s room.

“I’ll handle this, go back to bed.” Valentina told her husband.

“You sure?”

“Yes, my love.” She nodded before standing on her tippy toes and pecking his lips, “He just needs someone to talk to. I’ll help him.”

Níkolai wrapped his arms around his wife and kissed her forehead before going back to bed.

Valentina walked down the hall and slipped inside of Caterina’s room. She saw Rámon lying on her bed crying, while hugging one of her pillows.

Valentina’s heart hurt for him and she knew he was struggling with all of this.

“Rámon.” She called out softly as she approached, “Rámon honey, what’s wrong?”

“It was for nothing!” He cried out, “I lost her all for nothing!”

Valentina crawled into Caterina’s bed and rested his head on her lap. She stroked his hair and wiped his tears, letting him breakdown.

“You found out the paternity?” Valentina softly asked as she continued to stroke his hair.

“It’s not mine.” Rámon cried, “The baby’s not mine.”

Valentina stopped breathing for a split second as she closed her eyes. She released her breath and felt tears pool in her eyes.

This was such a mess.

“Veronica deceived me.” Rámon admitted, “She drugged me and had a doctor steal my DNA.”

Valentina felt angry at his confession.

She’s never liked Veronica, considering that w***e has always tried to throw herself at her sons.

She knew a scheming w***e when she saw one.

“What am I supposed to do?” Rámon cried out, “I lost her, I lost her for nothing.”

Valentina wiped his tears and stroked his hair.

“Give it time, my love.” Valentina whispered as she kept stroking his hair, “Give her time to forgive you. This won’t break the love you have for each other, you just need to give her time.”

“But what if she finds someone else?” His voice was barely a whisper as he sniffled, thinking the worst about their situation.

Valentina sighed, not knowing what to say.

“If you really love her like you say you do, then you will be happy for her if she does find love from somebody else.” She admitted, “But let’s not think about what if’s, let’s just have a little faith.”

Warm tears streamed down Rámon’s face as he thought about Caterina finding love outside of him.

That thought alone broke him.

He didn’t want her to love anybody but him.

“I have faith that you two will find your way back to each other.” Valentina admitted, “You two are meant for each other, it’s fate.”

Rámon held onto her words, telling himself that it was faith.

He was gonna give Caterina this time to heal and hopefully forgive him. Then when she came back, he would pursue her relentlessly until they got back together.

She was it for him.

He didn’t want anybody else.

He just hoped Caterina felt the same.

Even though he was gonna give her time to heal, he didn’t know that Caterina was gonna use this time to live her life and chase something that wasn’t him.

He was in for a rude awakening.

Something that he could never imagine.