He would have cleaned the blood stain on the black lamborghini veneno and every other piece of evidence that would have linked the case to them if they had driven away four minutes earlier when the accident occured. Nikolas brow was flushed with rage and frustration.
"Why did you hit her, Nikolas?" the man sitting next to the man behind the wheel inquired once more. His voice was so commanding and deep that it would scare a little snail back into its shell.
Nikolas, the driver, focused his complete attention on Athan, who had posed the inquiry. Did he not notice the brakes failing earlier?
"Um.. that wasn't on purpose, Mr. Moore. The brakes failed," Nikolas explained. But in his heart, he blamed the dumb lady, who was busy waiting for death to come to her. How was this entirely his fault?
He warned her by honking the horn; didn't he even yell?
"Mr. Moore, I think we should…"
"Take her to the hospital; don't let her die," Athan said, worrying lines appearing on his brow. Nikolas clenched his teeth, but he had no choice but to accept the latter's instructions.
He leaped out of the car, opened the backseat, and dashed to the front. In an instant, he took the lady in his arm as if she were a brochure and tossed her into the car.
He stepped into the driver's seat and began to start the car, but Athan's next comment halted him for a few seconds.
'Is this man deliberately hunting for trouble?' Nikolas wailed inwardly.
"Let's take her home, Nikolas; Gabriel will look after her," Athan remarked. His eyes were closed, but it appeared that he was viewing Nikolas' feelings in his head and has decided to torment him. He leaned back against the headrest, a faint grin escaping his little red lips.
"What if she's no longer alive?"
"Then I'm going to make her mine."
Nikolas threw out a quick giggle, as if he were mocking his boss. That young man never stopped amusing him. He smirked as he snuck a glimpse at Athan whose hands were already behind his head.
After clearing his throat, Nikolas nodded, and resumed his attention to the road.
"What if she survives?" Nikolas couldn't help but inquire.
"She's always been mine, alive or dead."
The automobile came to a screeching halt.
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A sweet grin slipped her lips; she felt fulfilled within her, as if her need has finally been achieved.
"Mr. Moore…"
Athan placed his finger tip on his lip, signaling Nikolas to seal his mouth as if his voice would wake up the sleeping beauty, Aurora, on the bed.
Nikolas rolled his eyes and bowed his head; Athan was clearly searching for trouble. He joined the trio, who were watching the young lady on the bed breathe in and out as if she were the stream from which their air was pulled.
'Who is this young lady?' Nikolas pondered internally; he was certain that the woman laying on his boss's bed wasn't Little Chubster's mother.
He shot a glance at Athan, who was clasping his hands and staring at the lady on the bed. How much longer could they put up with this?
"M-mother, don't go.. please…"
"she spoke," startled the middle aged guy resting against the wall, coming to the bed.
The middle aged man had a broad grin on his face, but Nikolas could see he wasn't delighted because the patient had finally awakened. But who would be pleased if he had to stand for six hours only to watch some strange lady sleep?
"Mr. Moore, I will take my departure immediately. She is breathing Ok, and her injuries are mending rapidly," remarked the middle aged guy who was standing by the side of the bed. He moved closer and lowered his head in front of the man in the wheelchair.
Nikolas patted the middle aged guy's shoulders and told him that Athan had given him permission to leave. The middle aged man also known as the famous Gabriel, quickly bent down and began arranging the scattered drugs all over the room into his medicine box, slammed the box shut, and scurried out of the room without looking back.
Nikolas observed a genuine smile on Athan's face for the first time in his life as Athan moved his wheelchair forward. Nikolas whispered some remarks to the elderly lady
"Xena," Athan muttered, placing his finger tips on her brow as if taking her temperature. He took his hands and laid them on the bed. He exhaled and rested his chin on his hands.
A look of joy flashed in his eyes— a dog who had finally found his long lost owner was nothing compared to how Athan felt.
He tucked a strand of hair behind her ears that had fallen on her oval shaped face. He kissed her forehead and brushed her disheveled hair with his fingers.
"I finally tracked you down, Xena. I was afraid I'd lose you to another man. I'm delighted you honoured your pledge to wait for me." Nikolas gulped when a big grin grew over Athan's face.
What exactly is this? Is this some sort of drama scene? Okay, you have him now. Please remove your ridiculous camera. Nikolas desires the return of his cold-blooded merciless sharpshooter boss. It was too revolting to watch.
Nikolas bowed his head sideways, his eyes widening. Old Missy smacked the back of her palm on her second hand, indicating that she had no idea of what was going on.
Because of some strange woman, his obnoxious boss was suddenly behaving like a two-year-old child. If his boss felt remorseful for what happened, wasn't kissing her on the forehead going too far? And why is he whispering in her ears like an adolescent expressing himself to his crush how he really feels?
Nikolas smacked his brow with his palm, then puts his hands around his waist. "Mr. Moore," he trailed off, jerking his head sideways as old Missy whispered his name.
She shook her head and motioned for him to be quiet, but Nikolas was to curious to keep calm. He shrugged and returned his focus to Athan, demanding his attention once again.
"Er… Mr. Moore, I um…"
"what would you like to say, Nikolas?"
Nikolas blinked three times and swallowed. He scratched the tip of the shoes on the ground as he asked. "who is she to you?"