Mafia Billionaire's Hated Love

Chapter Two

Mr. Edwards and his wife were exhilarated after clinging a deal of the year as they drove home after signing the necessary documents. The deal had involved the purchase of a parcel of land in the outskirts of the city that he intended to build a resort center. He had emerged successful after a competitive tendering process.

Mr. Jade had been one of the top contenders in the quest to acquire the parcel, but his bid had been thrown out after he had been discovered to have accessed the tender documents through fraudulent means. He had accused Mr. Edwards for meddling into his affairs after realizing that he had won the auction. Not that he had any proof of his allegations, but it was simply because the two of them had always been on the opposite sides of the coin since that day when Mr. Edwards had precipitated Jason's suspension from school.

As years went by, it became inevitable that Mr. Edwards would find himself crossing paths with Mr. Jade due to his many malpractices and clandestine activities. Whenever people fell victims to the latter's heinous activities, they ran to retaining the services of the former in seeking for legal redress. Not only had Mr. Edwards won handsome compensation for his clients from the Jade Enterprise, but he had also caused the imprisonments of many of his goons. Now, acquiring the coveted parcel of land was a fresh thorn in the flesh that he could not take lying down.

"Had the due process not been strictly followed, Mr. Jade would have succeeded," observed Mr. Edwards as he negotiated a corner on the sloppy road.

"And the worst part is that he would have build a perfect hideout for his clandestine activities," opined his wife. "It is quite baffling that he doesn't seem to tire from blaming you for everything that doesn't go according to his fraudulent intentions."

"I pity him because he is going to die a bitter old man, especially after the decisions on the cases pending in court are made. I ..."

"Watch out!" Mrs. Edwards screamed with horror on seeing a 24 wheeler truck roaring downslope towards them.

The truck accelerated downslope, covering the whole road and heading for a direct collusion. Mr. Edwards thought of steering the vehicle out of the road, but saw a vertical drop of about a hundred metres on the side. He swerved a little off the road, but try as he could, he could not avoid the approaching head-on collusion. Exasperated, he closed his eyes and braced for the encounter as his wife sat petrified.

A few seconds later, metal connected with metal as the truck run over their vehicle, its weight compressing it into nothing more than a piece of metal. The driver of the truck, who seemed to be grouting over his action, drove a few metres away before pulling up by the roadside. He took out his cellphone and dialed a number.

"It is done, Boss." He said into the phone as soon as the call was answered.

"Are you hundred percent sure?" Asked a voice from the other end. "Remember, there shouldn't be any margin of error."

"I'm cocksure. I made a clear mess of it. Their souls are already on their way to their Maker."

"Any possible witnesses?"

"There is no one within the vicinity. It is normally not a busy road during this time of the day."

"Then, what are you waiting for? Beat it!" Ordered the voice.

" Yes, Boss!" The driver answered, engaging the gears.

A red pickup appeared from the opposite direction as he pulled off. An old man he could not identify sat on the steering wheel.

* * * * *

Jessica and Sam arrived at the West Wing hospital twenty minutes later after her parents had been admitted into the theatre room. It was a bee-hive of activities as the medics rushed by into the operating room. She stopped one of them.

"Doctor, please allow me to see my parents!" She requested.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am. They are on the operating table. No one is permitted in untill the operations are over."

"How are they? Are they going to be okay?" She asked, petrified.

"I can't tell by now. They are in very bad shapes. Let's wait and see how the surgeries turn out."

"What happened?"

"Here comes one of the officers who was at the scene," the doctor said, gesturing towards a police officer who was approaching from the other side. "I'm sure he is in a better position to explain. If you may excuse me."

"Sorry, Ma'am," started the police officer. "It seems to be one of those hit-and-run drivers. We bet it must have been made up of tons of metal from the mess it made of the car. It must have ran over it, literally."

"Oh my God! Weren't there any witnesses?"

"Apparently, there was none when it could have happened. We got a call from an old man who was ferrying his grocery from his farm. According to him, he arrived minutes later after it had occurred. The only thing he said was that he saw a trailer driving away before he arrived at the scene. Unfortunately, he didn't take down any registration details of it. While we are not saying that the said trailer was responsible, we have nevertheless started searching for it for more clarification. The wrecked car has since been towered to the Central police station."

"Would you say that some foul play could have been involved?" Asked Sam.

"We can't conclude it that way with any certainty, but the incident begs for many answers. First, why did the driver run away if it was a normal accident? Only a driver who knew that he was on the wrong would do that. Who knows if he had some ill motives?"

"I must concur with you on that. No well-intentioned driver would take off leaving behind people fighting for their lives without calling for help. I smell a rate in this bizarre incident. Would you be having the number of the old man who alerted you?" Sam asked.

"Sure, I wrote his contacts here, but you know that this is purely an investigation by the police? We wouldn't wish to have two parallel investigations. Give us room to undertake our duties by staying out."

Suddenly, the door to the theatre room opened as the doctors filed out. Their downcast faces told it all before they could say anything.

"Doctor, are they going to be okay?" Jessica inquired, hopefully.

The lead doctor cleared his throat, fearing how to break the sad news.

"We are really sorry, Ma'am. We did all that we could do in the circumstances, but we didn't manage to save them."

A heart-rending, anguished scream involuntarily escaped from Jessica's lips. Everything seemed to be whirling around her, triggering a dizziness she had never experienced. She fainted on Sam's chest.