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“I’m not sure why you mention this, Nikolai. What on earth are you implying?” His tone was firm, but his eyes betrayed him. “Jonathan, my enemy? He is a close friend of mine. I knew something was wrong as soon as you sat down next to me. I know what you're all like. Listen, I’m not interested in the entertainment game you Wolkovs have concocted on your table. I am not-”
“Watch your tone when you speak to me, White.” My eyes pierced the bastard’s fearful ones, shutting him up instantly.
“You talk too much. You have blood on your hands.” I no longer wanted to beat about the bush with him. “You were involved in Jonathan's attack, and you know it. Don't insult my intelligence by denying it. Not on my turf, that would only mean trouble.”
Trevor's face paled, and he began to stammer as he desperately tried to defend himself. “You have no proof. You can't just accuse me like that.”
I leaned even closer, my voice dripping with conviction. “Oh, but I have proof, White. I have witnesses, documents, and a trail of breadcrumbs that all lead back to you.” I looked at him menacingly. “And I think the time has come for you to bear the consequences of your betrayal.”
His eyes widened in realization, the fear in his voice now obvious. “You wouldn't dare to expose me. It would be bad for business, for your business. I’m also one of your important connections, Nikolai, I... “
A cold smile spread across my face. “You mean nothing to me, Trevor.” I snarled in the bastard’s face, enjoying his panic. “The only reason you had a say was because of Jonathan. And look what you’ve done now, you've ruined that.”
The air around us grew heavy with anticipation as the bar vibrated with the energy of the night. By now I could see the eyes of the other guests on us, curious and fascinated by the drama that was about to unfold.
“Why do you even care what happens to Jonathan? You hate him too.” Trevor hissed; his voice laced with contempt. “If I get rid of him, you can just take over his business. All I ask in return is a small cut for the work-”
“Jonathan is the father of my bride. He's family now. Let me make that clear. If you even think about hurting him again, you should be prepared to dig your own grave.”
Trevor's impudence increased. “Family, eh? What, because little Ashley has agreed to marry you?” He chuckled, “She’s better off without you, Nikolai. Hell, she would have been better off as my wife instead of yours.“
In the next second, I swiveled my body and delivered a powerful and precise elbow strike to the loud scumbag's jaw. The impact was jarring and sent him tumbling from his barstool. The bar fell silent as the sound of his body hitting the floor echoed through the air.
He groaned as blood gushed from his nose, staining his clothes and the floor beneath him. Stunned and confused, he struggled back to his feet, his face a mixture of shock and pain. His eyes met mine and I could taste the fear and horror in his gaze.
“If you are wise, you would stay away from Jonathan’s business. Otherwise this face will be the last one you make before you leave this earth.” I growl angrily at him. “Now get the fuck out of my bar.”
Under the weight of my warning, he quickly withdrew. And as he scurried away, his treachery exposed and his embarrassment visible to all, the bystanders burst out laughing as he passed by.
Chapter 11 - Ashley
I stood in my father's bedroom with my arms folded across my chest, watching the nurses set up their medical equipment next to his bed. I had always loved and admired the decor of his bedroom since I was a child. The room exuded opulence, with sumptuous silk curtains framing floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the sprawling cityscapes. The view from up there was magnificent.
I watched as the team of experienced nurses carefully arranged the medical equipment next to his bed. A state-of-the-art ECG machine monitored my father's heartbeat with a low hum, recording intricate patterns of vital signs on its digital display.
When they finished, one of the nurses turned to my father and asked, “Before we go, Mr. Brooke, is there anything else you need?”
There was a hidden smile on her face as she spoke. At that moment I took a closer look at her. She was in her mid-forties, confident, with black hair and hazel eyes. She had a petite stature and a radiant smile.
My father shook his head and replied: “No, not really. But don't worry, my daughter is here with me.” His voice was much better than the last time I saw him in the hospital. He was feeling better and had been discharged today.
I stepped forward. “I think we're all good for now. Thank you for your time.” I smiled, impressed by her professionalism.
“All right, then. Just a reminder, keep an eye on his vital signs on the monitor. If you notice any significant changes or if he shows any signs of distress, don't hesitate to call me immediately,” she said to me, and I nodded.
She was strangely specific about who to call. So much for professionalism. This was … personal.
“Of course, thank you for the reminder.”
She had already taken a few steps when she stopped abruptly, as if she had just remembered something.
“Oh, and um… please remember to keep him hydrated. We have a jug of water and a couple of glasses on the bedside table” She pointed to the items.
“Got it. Thank you for all your help,” I replied.
She flashed a smile at me and said, “You're welcome. If you need anything else, don't hesitate to call.”
Yes, I heard you loud and clear the first time.
