"You can't make my mother hostage. She has nothing to do with our settlement." She jerked her shoulder to where Derek's hand was.
Both Martin and he looked at each other and gave a sly laugh.
She looked bewildered.
"I thought you would be a smart girl, but you proved me wrong." Derek rubbed his thumb on her tender lip, making her shiver.
"Don't touch me again, otherwise…." She tried to save herself.
"Otherwise, what?" He quoted.
"You will call Alvin here. Huh." Derek squeezed her butt while gazing around her.
"Ohhh." Martin mocked her.
"And what will you say when he would see us together?" Derek roamed his filthy hands over her bare arms.
"For God's sake, what do you want?" She shrieked and pushed him hard on the floor.
But he was the least bothered.
He quickly got back on his feet.
"It's simple, Love. You will work for us, and your mother will stay alive. We always have our eyes on you and know that you have feelings for him. If ever you try to leave or even think to leave our side, your mother will leave this world as well." Derek took his wineglass back and sipped.
"From this moment on, Martin will always be with your mother. Don't dare to escape. Otherwise, you are at least that smart. "He took another sip.
"Now you can go to the hospital and leave immediately for next. Martin will make sure you will not open your mouth much." Derek finished her talk and nodded to Martin to take over the charge.
Martin fished his pistol from the back and wiggled his eyebrow to Samantha to move further.
Her bones chilled out after seeing the pistol there.
She turned around with a red face, and they both left the hotel room.
After a short ride, they both reached the hospital, where Samantha talked with the nurse at the reception. Hopefully, it was less dramatic than the hotel room. Martin did nothing with her in the car.
Perhaps he was least bothered at the moment, or he might have other plans.
"Hi Miss Lisa, this is Martin, my…. " She fumbled.
"My?" The nurse narrowed her eyes.
Samantha's eyes danced a little, and then she thought something.
"My cousin." She glanced at Martin from side eyes.
"So, what's the matter?" The nurse asked in a hurry, dialling a number in annoyance.
"I have some business work and must stay out of the city for at least a month. So he will take care of my mother in my absence," she said in a go and took a deep breath later.
The nurse smiled after a failed attempt to connect the call.
"OK, can you fill this form out for me?" The nurse handed her a paper clipped to a writing pad and a pen.
Samantha took it and scanned it.
"What is this?" She asked out of confusion.
The nurse, annoyed at the last-minute visit, huffed slightly.
"It says that if anything happens to the patient in your absence, then it will be the sole responsibility of the family member and the caretaker. The hospital would have no say in
that." The nurse usually explained.
"Sign here." She pointed at the place again. Her hurry was on the next level; if Samantha had taken a few more seconds, she would have signed instead.
Samantha nodded slightly, her heart pounding. She stared at the page momentarily, her mind blasting with thoughts. On one hand, she planned to tell the truth to the nurse and reveal Martin's identity, but her hand shook.
She filled out the form and signed it. She tried to write more, but Martin's eyes scanned the paper every second.
He quickly took the writing pad from her hand and handed it to the nurse, who was busy packing her stuff as her shift had ended.
"We are done here, Miss Li…" He said flirtatious.
"Miss Lisa." The nurse took it while blushing.
Though a gangster, his features were no less than any actor or supermodel.
"The senior doctors are off duty, so that I will submit this form tomorrow. Then, you can stay with the patient." The nurse blushed more and informed them.
Martin quickly understood her nature and passed her a bundle of bills. The nurse was baffled. Her big eyes were about to touch the ground.
She slightly took it and put it into her handbag.
"There was no need for it," she said while adjusting the silver back of her ear.
"I will start my stay from this very moment. Now it's up to you how you convenience your seniors." He roamed his finger on her cheek, which ended on the cleavage point.
The nurse nodded.
Then, Martin and Samantha left the reception and headed towards her mother's care center ward.
The room was quiet, painted white, and a clueless body was lying on the hospital bed. The eyes were staring into the distance without movement.
"Mom," Samantha said softly, caressing her mother's hair.
She looked at her with great effort. Her eyes were pale yellow, but there was still a glint of sunshine.
"Samantha," She uttered slowly.
"See, I brought your favourite Salman crunch from your favourite restaurant," she said, showing her food baggage.
Seeing this, a light smile floated on her face. Martin looked at them with boredom. His main goal was to finish his task and take that girl to his bed. He couldn't do anything until she finished the given work.
"I know you are hungry. This hospital food has never been of good taste." She said with excitement while placing a breakfast table on her bed.
"Come on, I'll help you out in sitting." She rushed to her mother when she saw her struggling.
"Let's eat together. I am hungry as well." She placed a bite of Salmon fish in front of her mouth. Her mother took it in slowly.
They were both busy eating and talking. Samantha was talking only basically while her mother was nodding or giving answers by blinking her eyes.
Suddenly, her mother's eyes landed on the man standing near the door, busy with his mobile.
She asked Samantha, showing her finger to him. Samantha looked in that direction and gasped.
Until now, she has been trying her best not to show her fear to her mother. She has acted bravely, but her mother's question, out of nowhere, has palpitated her heart.
The spoon dropped from her hand.
A soft hand slides on hers. She looked at her mother and tried to read her eyes.
Happiness was slowly overpowering them. Samantha baffled.
"Oh, no, Mother, don't think anything ridiculous. He is not of my type." She muttered under her breath.
"Oh, by the way, Mom. I have a news for you." She tried to change the topic.
Her mother looked at her with confusion.