Healing Together

Chapter - 2

Heal her.

Xavier Castillo P.O.V

It was a waste of time making the trip to London. I've been here for about a month for a business deal, but I was unable to seal it. I believed that this deal would benefit my business, but I was wrong. I found out yesterday that the firm with whom I was about to sign the agreement is nearly bankrupt. If I sign that contract, it will be a loss for my firm, and now I can't help but want to go back to my lonely house.

"Sir, the flight will depart in 5 minutes," the airhostess said while I buckled my seatbelt.

Brody and Clyde notified me that the two of them had kidnapped Mr. Tucker's daughter as I ordered them to. Mr. Tucker is the type of person who takes money but never wishes to return it. A month back, I learned that he loves his daughter and would go to any length for her, so I took the issue into my own hands and decided to kidnap her, but the weirdest thing is that he did not contact me after I kidnapped his daughter, which is strange. I expected him to contact me about his daughter and then we could exchange the things that we love, but I never heard from him. I want to sort out this situation as quickly as possible, which is why I'm going back to my home a week ahead than I needed to.

The plane landed after a few hours. My driver had already been waiting for me. I slipped inside without saying anything, and he began driving.

I entered my mansion, which was quiet as usual. Mr. Tucker's daughter, according to Brody and Clyde, is in the basement, so I went there. I heard a woman scream as soon as I entered the basement. I rushed towards the sound and witnessed the most horrifying scenario unfold in front of me. A half-naked woman begged Clyde and Brody for mercy, but they merely smirked at her miserable appearance. My blood immediately began to boil, and I clenched my fist.

"What the f**k is going on?" their bodies froze at my loud voice.

"Bo...Boss" Brody shattered.

"I asked you a question; answer me, cowards." I tilted my head angrily, making them shudder in terror.

"It's nothing as it seems, we can explain," Clyde said, his face expressionless, but I could tell he was terrified of my fury.

"I can see what is going on here in my absence," I expressed, and pulled out my phone from my pocket to call my most trusted guard.

"Come to the basement now" without waiting for a reply, I cut the call. In less than 2 minutes, he was in front of me while panting.

"You called me, Boss"

"Take these two to the warehouse". Both Brody and Clyde looked at me with fearful eyes. They know what happens when someone is taken to that warehouse.

"Boss, we apologise for our behaviour," I smirked as I shook my head at Brody. "You're going to enter my personal hell," I smirked as I tucked my hands inside my suit pants.

I'm going to have fun while torturing them. I thought. just thinking about them being tortured made me feel satisfied about what they did to the girl.

"Please, Boss, give us another chance," They pleaded for mercy. They should have thought about this before abusing a girl.

"There are no second chances in my life". They were both dragged out of the basement, making me sigh in frustration and disappointed. What I told them to do and what they did, it just pisses me off.

I turned my gaze to the girl, who was now unconscious. I rushed up to her and checked her pulse.

"Thank God it was there," I said as I gathered her up in my arms. With her in my arms, I began walking towards my bedroom. I carefully placed her on my bed and wrapped her in a blanket. I dialled my doctor's number.

"Come to my house right now," I said as soon as he answered the phone.

"I can't..." I rolled my eyes as if he had a choice to argue with me. Who does he think he is?

"You know the consequences if you don't show your face here as soon as possible." I threatened him in a stern tone, and I know he understood what I meant.

"I'm on my way," I smirked as I waited for him. He arrived within half an hour.

"What happened to her?" he questioned, horrified, when he saw her condition.

"It's none of your business," I said angrily, as he began to check her in terror of my wrath.

"Can you leave us?" I raised my eyebrows in question before asking.

"Why?" He swallowed in fear before responding.

"I need to check her and it’s kind of private". With a nod, I left. The only reason for my leaving was because I knew he would treat her right or else he would receive a harsh punishment. After 15 minutes, we walked out.

"How is she?" I asked, my face deadpan. She shouldn't have had to go through this if the men had done what I wanted them to do, but they chose to ignore my instructions and they are now going to pay the price.

"She's in terrible shape. She has two fractures and three broken ribs. Furthermore, she is malnourished. She may be depressed when she wakes up, therefore I recommend that she consult a female doctor as she has been the victim of s****l assault and she should be placed on strict bed rest."

"Anything else?" he nodded before continuing.

"We should take her to the hospital for proper treatment" I couldn't let this happen since I know they'll interrogate me about her condition, and I don’t want that s**t right now.

"Not going to happen," I said emphatically, causing him to swallow.

"But we don't have the equipment for her treatment, she's in critical condition, and we need to hurry before something bad happens to her," he attempted to argue with me, but when I want something to happen, it happens, and he knows it.

"Get that equipment here, she should be treated here," he finally nodded, knowing about my wrath if he argued with me.

"Good, now bring those equipment here so that you can start her treatment" with a nod, he rushed out to make phone calls. He began treating her after an hour. I clenched my jaw as I remembered what those two jerks had done to her. They will pay for whatever they did to her.

"How is she?" As soon as he stepped out, I asked.

"She's in a coma," I sighed.

"When will she wake up?" I demanded, but I already knew the answer.

"We don't know if she'll wake up in a day, weeks, months, or even a year." ignoring his words, I entered the room to see her wearing various tubes.

"She's also having breathing issues," he added as he approached me.

"If you want, I can assign a nurse to look after her." he suggested, making me approve of his words.

"That will be great," he went out to make a phone call, leaving me to stare at the pale and broken girl. I never want this to happen to her. I frowned at her while thoroughly inspecting her face. She doesn't look like Mr. Tucker's daughter. I saw a picture of his daughter and, gazing at the almost broken body, she beared no resemblance to her. She has dark brown hair, but Mr. Tucker's daughter has black hair; she must be 5 feet 6 inches tall, whilst his daughter is 5 feet 9 inches tall. I tightened my jaw after learning that those idiots kidnapped the wrong person, who was innocent, and tortured her. Without another thought, I made a call which would make my suspicion right.

"Boss"

"Check where are Mr. Tucker and his daughter?" I stated without even greeting him.

"Yes Boss" In just 10 minutes he called me again.

"They are in Italy for vacation" I hanged the call without another word. That's the reason he never called me, because his daughter never got kidnapped. I am going to make them pay for the sin they did to the innocent soul.

I sat next to her, caressed her hair, and murmured.

"I am going to make them pay for what they did to you, Corazoncito"

It's been one month since Corozoncito is in a coma, and we have no idea when she will wake up. Today I decided to visit them. I stood in front of the warehouse with an evil smirk. I did many illegal things in my life, but I never treated innocent people like they did. I know I am a bad person, but only for those who cross my way. I am Xavier Castillo, who takes the contract from a rich and powerful person to torture those who cross their path. I make them suffer till death but never kill them. Some people think I am in the Mafia, but that's not true, but I do have some connections with them. I'm the CEO of Castillo Corp., and my side business involves torturing people to teach them a lesson, and those two bastards are about to witness the deadliest side of me.

"Boss" I acknowledge my guard with a nod as I approached the room where they were tied down on the chair. They were violently beaten and covered in bruises, and what's important is that they are malnourished, just like she was.

"Hello, boys" they looked at me with a fearful look. Good, they should be afraid because what they are about to receive is unthinkable.

"Bo...Boss" Brody shattered with a cough.

"Good morning boys, let's play a game," they looked at each other in perplexity before reluctantly nodding.

"I'll ask you a question, and if you answer correctly, I'll punch you; if you don't, I'll cut your fingers off," they gasped, while sweat was forming on their brows because they knew I was not joking.

"So, first and foremost, why did you make her suffer?"

"Because....she... wasn't our guest... but a... prisoner, so we must treat her like one," I nodded with the honest answer as I struck Clyde hard on his face, making his lips bleed. What the heck is the matter with them? How can they treat someone as innocent as her to such pain? I can't believe what they're saying. They are monsters.

"Next question: why did you kidnap the wrong person?" they looked at me in confusion.

"We didn't" Brody replied.

"The wrong question"

"Cut his finger off", I ordered the guard who stood beside me with an emotional less face.

"Yes Boss" he was going to do that when my phone rang. I frowned in confusion when I saw my maid was calling me.

"What is it?"

"That girl is making noises in her sleep. I think she will wake up soon."

"I'm coming," I said as I hung up the phone.

"You're lucky I have to go; otherwise, I would have taught you a lesson you'd both remember forever," they sighed with relief as I began grinning evilly.

"Cut those fingers like I said," they both look pale. Without another word, I left the warehouse not before hearing them scream, making me feel satisfied.

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When I arrived at my room, I noticed her sweating frantically and screaming in her sleep.

"STAY AWAY FROM ME"

"LEAVE ME ALONE" I'm not sure why, but witnessing her struggle in her sleep aches my heart. She was mostly healed from her physical pain and suffering, but I know she still has psychological trauma that will take time to heal. And I'm going to HEAL her.