Free Web NovelChapter 70: Please...don’t kill me
Forren
Keeping my hands in my pockets, I walked out of the hospital with my head held high, even though every part of me wanted to turn back and head straight to his VIP room just to smash his face in myself and end the entire frustration he had left sitting in my chest.
I couldn’t believe the old man wasn’t dead, and worse, he had me running around doing errands for him while Orkan continued to manage his empire as though nothing had changed at all, as though everything was still perfectly under control despite the chaos underneath.
It was a secret that Orkan was the heir, and I was simply meant to support him, to stand behind him and make sure he made no mistakes, like some kind of shadow placed there to catch every fall before it happened.
What was I? A fucking guard dog?
The more I thought about it, the more the fury inside me built, tightening my jaw and burning through my patience until all I wanted was to go back and end the old man myself without hesitation.
Instead I kept a light smile on my face as I greeted the nurses and walked toward the car that was already waiting for me, allowing the anger to stay hidden beneath the surface while it quietly overshadowed the fear I was trying not to acknowledge.
I had failed, and worse, I had still received the ten million, which I had already distributed into offshore accounts under my name while carefully removing every trace of it as though it had never existed at all.
I settled into the car and ran a hand down my face while speaking to my assistant, who looked just as unsettled as I felt the moment we both sat down inside the vehicle.
"Sir... as long as we try again and make sure we don’t fail," he whispered, but my frown only deepened as I listened to him.
We had already revealed too many of our cards during that attack, and beyond that my father would now be on high alert since he had already begun changing most of his guards and tightening everything around him.
"Worse," I muttered under my breath, "he could reach out and ask the cartels for more muscle."
Even as I said it, my assistant nodded in agreement with me, lowering his voice further as he continued speaking.
"We can be more subtle this time around," he whispered.
I fixed my eyes on him, noticing the black hair and brown eyes that carried a roughness far beyond what an assistant should normally have, his face marked with bruises and scars that made him look nothing like someone who belonged in an office.
But he was always better at fighting than actually assisting, and there was a fierceness in him, a deadly calmness in his eyes that I valued because I knew that if I asked him to kill someone, he would not hesitate for even a second.
"There are nurses and doctors that can get the job done without anyone noticing," he said, and I nodded slightly in response because I had already considered it myself.
It was the first plan that had come to mind, but it was also the most predictable one, and right now what I needed was something that could not be seen coming at all.
New tactics.
I sighed as I turned to look out the car window, fully aware that another mistake would mean my life was on the line, especially after I had received the letter and willingly agreed to work with whoever the hell THE KING was.
I had no idea who it referred to, but I was certain that whoever it was had to be connected to the death of Gabriel Castilo, and if this was the path that led me forward, then it was one I was willing to take if it meant I could become the next don after my father and take his entire territory for myself.
"You’ll send a letter," I said, turning back to Mark, who instantly nodded his head since he was in charge of communication and delivering messages.
"Write my apologies and tell them Gotti survived, but it was an error I intend to fix before the month is over," I said, already aware that if I had been more logical I would have simply wiped out my father’s guards so there would be no chance of them interfering with his protection.
I hadn’t cared much about whoever was pulling the strings at the time, but now that my own neck was on the line, it was all I could think about as the car continued moving steadily toward the Gotti family estate.
The silence had just settled inside the car when my phone in Mark’s hand suddenly rang, and my head jerked toward it before I even realized it, my heart thumping harder than I wanted to admit.
For a brief moment I feared it might be my invisible partner, but I relaxed slightly when I saw the caller ID, though not enough to lower my guard completely as I watched Mark answer the call.
"Yes sir," he said in a respectful tone, even though his voice still carried its rough edge.
"He’s not with me right now, he’s still with his father, but you can leave a message," Mark said while I stared at him closely, listening to every word being spoken.
"His schedule is messy right now, especially after the attack, but he should be at his office tomorrow morning, should I make an appointment?" Mark continued before waiting briefly and then shaking his head as he lowered the phone from his ear.
"He hung up," he said.
"Make sure you keep giving excuses," I told Mark immediately, because whatever Nico Romano wanted, my instincts were already telling me it was something I should not walk into blindly.
Still, I ordered the driver to continue toward the Gotti estate, and I stepped out the moment the car stopped, not wanting to remain inside even for another second as Mark led the way and I followed behind him while the remaining guards outside nodded as we passed through the entrance. freёwebnovel.com
Mark entered first, and that was the only thing that saved my life as the entrance exploded right after, not large enough to destroy everything, but powerful enough to make it immediately clear that this was an attack meant to kill.
I was thrown back violently as the force hit me, my ears ringing while dust and debris filled the air, and when I forced my eyes open through the haze, I saw Mark’s body torn apart and scattered against the wall and across the ground.
Blood covered my face as I struggled to process what I was seeing, wiping at it instinctively while my breathing tightened and shock tried to take hold of me completely.
Then anger came in instead, forcing itself over the fear as I turned slowly, my mind already working through possibilities while my eyes scanned the destruction at the entrance.
’Was the assassination not for me but for father when he returned? No, that’s not possible.’
’Or did they attack me to make sure no one would suspect my involvement?’
The thoughts collided in my head as I realized I had walked straight into something far larger than I had prepared for, something that could erase me before I even had a chance to correct my mistakes.
"They had to have known that," I muttered, pulling out my gun as I fired at the closest guard without hesitation.
My shots were clean, controlled, and deliberate as I ducked and moved, using whatever cover I could find while bullets answered back in my direction and chaos spread through the estate. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ
It was the last thing I expected so early in the morning, but it quickly became obvious that someone had intended for me to die here, and as I watched a car pull away and armed men move into position with heavy weapons, that truth became impossible to ignore.
"Traitorous bastards," I swore under my breath as I checked my remaining bullets, my heart thumping harder when I realized I only had two left while the sound of gunfire around me began to fade.
Which meant my men were either dying or already dead.
"Fuck," I muttered, stepping back behind cover as I shouted into the chaos, forcing my voice out with anger, "I’ll offer twice whatever they are paying you."
My hatred boiled at the thought that I might actually die here before my father, that everything I had worked toward might end in a place like this, in an ambush I did not see coming.
But then the gunfire stopped completely.
Silence fell.
I slowly peeked out from behind the tree and froze as I saw men dressed in black with masks standing directly ahead of me, their automatic weapons aimed straight at my position without hesitation.
My hands lifted into the air before I even fully processed the decision, my body reacting faster than my pride as fear finally pushed through the anger.
"I’ll do whatever you say," I said, my voice trembling despite my effort to control it, "I have money, I have resources, just don’t kill me."
"I’ll serve," I gasped, forcing the words out as I remembered the letter, "King, I’ll serve, I don’t want to die, I’ll fix my mistake, I’ll make sure he’s dead, I swear it."
My entire body shook as I stood there waiting, expecting the bullets at any second, waiting for the end that did not come yet.
