His Side-Chick's Revenge

A Deal?

Kate's POV

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I woke up to the sound of a machine. I twisted and turned on the bed as the smell of antiseptics wafted into my nose.

My eyes opened quickly and a sharp ache in my body followed as I adjusted in bed.

I was in a hospital.

The last thing I remembered was getting hit and feeling something wet on my leg.

Oh no…

Please tell me child was alive

Please…

My hand reached for my stomach. I touched it but somehow I could already tell that something had changed. I didn't feel it physically but I could tell in my heart. I knew my baby was gone.

I hoped I was wrong.

The curtain covering my corner shifted and a man in a lab coat, who I guessed

was the doctor, stepped in.

“Hello Miss Lockwood. It's good to see that you're awake”

I wasn't in the mood for small talk. I only wanted to know one thing

“My child…” I began, unsure of how to structure the question.

The doctor looked away as he spoke

“I'm sorry Miss Lockwood, you had already lost the child before you were brought in”

My heart skipped a beat as his words reached my ears.

I had felt it but hearing the words from the doctor's mouth had confirmed it.

My baby was gone?

“Doctor, please. It can't be true. My baby can't be gone” tears glistened my cheeks as I held the bed sheets tight.

“Run another test” I demanded

“I'm sorry ma'am there's nothing we can do”

“No. No. No” my lips quivered as I looked around me. My hand wrapped around my stomach.

“No!” I yelled again

“Please do something. I can't lose my child” I cried out. I had failed my child. My head spun and tears fell freely from my eyes… I couldn't think straight anymore.

“Ma'am I know this is hard but you have to calm down”

I looked up at the doctor, the ache in my body channeled into my voice.

“Don't tell me to be calm. Give me my baby”

“I'm sorry ma'am” he said with a bow before leaving.

My head hung low as the tears continued to fall. I closed my eyes and opened them again, hoping my baby would return. But nothing happened.

“My baby” I cried out as I hit my head on the wall. I didn't care about the pain in my body. Nothing was compared to the pain in my heart.

I slumped on the bed and stared at the ceiling.

I lost my child before they could even see the world. Their tiny feet never touched the earth. I never held them in my hands or kissed their little chubby cheeks.

My baby was dead and the Castellos were responsible.

My eyes welled up with tears and I couldn't stop them from flowing. I covered my face as the tears fell.

Taking my job, my house, my reputation, all this could have been salvaged somehow but killing my child. That was a line no sane person was supposed to ever cross.

I wiped at my tears and when I looked up, the doctor had not returned

I wanted to ask him who brought me here. Eloise wouldn't have hurt me just to send me to the hospital to get treated.

Who had helped me?

The curtains shifted again but this time it wasn't the doctor who walked in.

My breath caught in my throat as I got a full look at him.

His height was the first thing I noticed. He was tall enough to make anyone feel short. His eyes were green, just like Damien's but they had a certain different glow to them. I shifted as I noticed his face. He was an epitome of beauty in the most masculine way possible.

His name was Dante Castello.

I had seen him on the news once, he was in an accident that cost his life. How was he alive? And what was he doing here?

Wait… If he was a Castello.

He could be working with Liam and Eloise.

I moved quickly, ignoring the pain in my body and stood to my feet. I grabbed the pen that lay on the little bedside drawer. It was the only thing that looked useful.

“What do you want?” I said pointing the pen at him, ready to strike if he came close to me.

His emerald eyes looked over my pose, his gaze ran over my body making me conscious with every passing second…

“If you come close to me. I'll scream. There are people here, they'll hear me” I pointed the pen at him, showing him that I was ready to use it

“What do you think a pen can do?” he asked with a chuckle. If he wasn't threatening me. I would've been able to notice that his voice had a rich tone to it that made me want to hear him say more but now was not the time. My life was on the line

“What do you want?” I asked again

He shrugged and dragged a seat towards himself, plopping himself down on it like he owned the hospital. There was a certain aura to him that showed calm and power at the same time.

“Well, for starters I’d like a thank you”

My face scrunched up in confusion

“Why would I be thanking you?”

“Aren’t you wondering how you got here?”

“You?” my hold on the pen loosened “You saved me?” I asked with shaky breath

“Yes” he replied with a nod

“Why did you help me?”

He crossed his legs as he adjusted on the chair

“I haven't had the chance to introduce myself. My name is Dante Castello”

“I know who…” I began to say but he cut me off

“I’m Damien’s brother”

I held the pen tightly and took a step back as his words reached my ears.

Was he here to finish the job?

Had he saved me just for the fun of ending it himself?

“I have an offer for you” he stated, his eyes looking directly at mine as if they could see that I needed something to hold on to.

I couldn't let that something be an offer from him

“I'm not going to make a deal with a Castello”

He didn't seem phased by my hesitation. For some reason he was sure of himself. Maybe he was used to things always going his way.

“We have a common enemy, Kate. I'm the only one who can help you. I can give you everything you lost”

“Not everything” I immediately cut him off. No one could bring back the child I had lost. No amount of money could do that

“I don't know what game you're playing Mr. Castello but I'd rather die than strike a deal with someone related to Damien”

He stood up immediately as if resigning to fate

“Here's my card. Call me when you change your mind. I know you will”

He dropped the card on the hospital bed and left before I could say anything in reply.

************

As soon as I was discharged from the hospital. I found my way to the nearest police station.

“Please I'd like to report a crime” I told the officer who looked very uninterested.

“What are the details of the crime?” He asked, barely glancing up from the phone in his hand.

“My child was killed” the words hurt as they left my mouth.

The officer's eyes widened and he dropped his phone immediately. Two other officers who were sitting behind, stood up and came forward

“We're so sorry ma'am. Tell us what happened. Justice must be served”

“Damien Castello and his wife Eloise Castello killed my child. He asked me to meet…”

“You mean the Damien and Eloise of the Castello Dynasty?” One of them interrupted

I nodded my head and was about to continue explaining when another said

“You're the homewrecker”

The others paused and looked at me intently. Their eyes widened as realization set in.

“I'm not a homewrecker. But that's not important now. Those two killed my child and they shouldn't go Scott free” I didn't understand how some article was more important than what I was saying. Even if I was a homewrecker, didn't I deserve justice as well?

“They are not ordinary people. Do you know how much they've invested in the police force of this community? I'm sorry but there's nothing we or any police officer can do when it comes to them”

My jaw dropped at the seriousness in his tone

“You can't be serious. These people did a very bad thing” tears gathered in my eyes but I did my best to hold it back in

“Our advice is to stay safe and keep a low profile. Besides if this gets to court. Who do you think the judge would believe, a homewrecker or the lovely couple that finances half of the town” one of the officers added with a laugh. Was he serious? How was this funny?

“They are murderers. It doesn't matter if they are rich”

“No one would believe you. You're alive, go and live a good life. Don't drag more drama to yourself” the main officer said to me, clearly annoyed that I was still there.

He said to go and live a good life but how could I?

“This is not being alive. How can I live a good life knowing my baby was killed even before it was born. How can I live a good life when I have nowhere to go and no one to call. Is this being alive?”

One of the officers suddenly began to smile as he looked between me and the other officers.

“You can sleep at the station”

The other officers joined him in his weird smile

“You'll be safe here” another said

They were right though. I was going to be safe at the station. I could spend the night and plan my next course of action the next day.

I was about to thank them when the third man spoke up

“We charge a little fee though”

I had a little money in my account. I could manage it

“How much?” I asked him

“We don't want money. We can tell that things are already hard for you. You can just pay us with your…” the officer stopped as he searched for a better word.

I looked at him with a raised eyebrow. I couldn't tell what he was trying to say

“The same thing you gave Damien Castello that made him cheat on his wife”

“What?” I took a step back as disgust filled my eyes “You're supposed to be law enforcers and you're just as bad as the criminals you lock up”

“We won't have you insult us because we're trying to be nice to you”

“I don't need your help”

I felt the urge to scream out my lungs as I dragged my feet out of the station and kept walking without any direction in mind. I had some savings, maybe I could go to a hotel but for how long?

With my rent money, I could travel to a different country and start over. It might not be enough to do a lot but it could last me till I got a new job. They wouldn't know about the scandal there. I was about to go find the nearest hotel when it hit me.

Why was I running?

Everything had been taken from me and yet I chose to run…

I had nothing to lose anymore….

Then there was no risk.

I wasn't going to let this go without a fight.

Bringing out the card from earlier, I walked to a payphone and dialed the number.

“Hello. This is Kate. I'm interested”