Chapter 96
"Should I be scared of a cripple?" Vincenzo asked and Greta froze.
"Yes, I know. He's no longer in power and you can't do nothing to me, Greta." He sneers.
"You will regret whatever you and your son wants to do to me." Greta screams in a rage, scattering her hair.
Vincenzo snorts "yeah, right. I always knew I'll regret every bad things I've done, eventually. I had it in mind, but did you? You just kept parading yourself and doing all grave things, just because you were the daughter to the most ruthless pakhan and I'll never hurt you. Get this into that trash you have as a brain, the deal is off from now on, the moment you tried to harm Alexander, you stepped into a danger zone you shouldn't." Vincenzo said, cornering her to a wall. Greta shrunk back in fear, in twenty years of her being married to him, Vincenzo had never spoken to her this way. The murderous look on his face scared her to the deaths. While she was scared, she was also angry. How dare he talk to her like that? If she told her people about it, they could crush his empire. An empire that her dad and grandfather helped him build.
"Your not so pretty head is running with ideas, right? Probably thinking 'what if I tell dear old daddy that Vincenzo Vladimir is bullying me'-" Vincenzo paused to laugh. "Come on, go ahead. Let's see if he will listen after getting the memo that you aren't his real daughter." He mocked.
An horrified look appeared on Greta's face.
"No! You can't do that!" She yelled in his face.
"I can and I will, just mess up. Please I beg you mess up." Vincenzo joins his both palms together, begging.
"Mess up, because I would really want to watch how he beheads you." He said.
Greta went red in anger, Vincenzo had her back to a corner.
So what if she wasn't the real daughter, the real one was a fool and she did the Beloved family a huge favour by making her disappear.
Vincenzo turned to the guard behind him "lock her up in her room, if she so much as eats or drinks water, I'll have your head and I won't just stop there. I'll go for your family."
The guard nodded in fear, pulling Greta forcefully with him.
"You let a guard lay his hands on me?" She shrieks.
"You're not as mighty as you think you are." Vincenzo shrugs.
"Get your filthy hands off of me!" Greta yells at the guard.
"You can't do this, Vincenzo. Shouldn't you be on your knees begging for mercy, you have no idea what I've got planned if my son doesn't get to be the next Don." Greta yells, while thrashing and hitting the guard to let her go.
Vincenzo folded his arms, watching her being pulled away, wondering why he didn't put her in the place where she belonged earlier.
Seeing her gone, he sighed, rubbing his temple.
He looked into Alexander's room and it was back to how it was. Vincenzo nodded in satisfaction.
"Everything that she changed, put them back in order. Including Jacqueline's room." He barked at the guard as he left.
He met Santos on the way "follow me." He said.
"To where, Godfather?" Santos asked and Vincenzo spared him a glare. He took a moment to calm himself before answering, he wouldn't like to pass the anger he had towards Greta to someone else.
"Your boss got into a little accident, let's go see him." Vincenzo replied.
Santos bowed, opening the car door so Vincenzo can enter.
They drove off, arriving at the hospital in half an hour.
Vincenzo made his way in hurriedly.
"Where's my son?" He asked one of his guys that he saw.
"Boss, Welcome." The guy bowed.
"Don't fvcking greet me. Where's Alexander?" Vincenzo yelled.
"He just got of surgery and he's currently asleep." The guy answered, putting a distance between him and Vincenzo. Everyone knew him and his unfiltered rage.
Vincenzo sighed in relief. "How bad is it?" He asked, not missing the way the guy retreated.
"Broken ribs and a lot of stab wounds. Nothing to grave but not mild." He reported.
Vincenzo nodded. "Did they say when he'll be awake? "
"No, Godfather. I didn't ask." The guy scratched his head nervously.
"For fvck sake, why won't you ask?" Vincenzo yelled. He was doing a lot of yelling today, his heart would be at the receiving end.
"I'll go do that. But, Godfather I don't think you should be stressing yourself. You know what the doctor said. " The guy added in concern.
Vincenzo breath in and out multiple times, his heart was already racing more than normal.
"I know. I'm just stressed." He answered.
"Let me help you to sit down?"
Vincenzo nodded and his mafioso assisted him to sit down on a bench.
"Thank you." He said, clutching his chest
"I'll go ask, but the girl is awake, if you will like to see her."
"I'll just see her when I get myself together." He answered, waving him off.
The moment the guy was gone, he brought out a small container from his pocket, poured the content into his palm and put it in his mouth. After a while, get calmed down and got on his feet, intending to find Jacqueline's ward.
"Where can I find Jacqueline Cruz, she was admitted here a few hours ago. " He asked the first nurse he saw.
"You mean Jacqueline Vladimir? She was brought in with her husband."
"Yeah, Yeah, anyone." Vincenzo said, rolling his eyes. His mafiosos just had to admit her under the pretence that she was Alexander's wife. Like he was going to let that happen. The both of them could keep on dreaming, he gets his way in the end, he always does.
"Upper floor, the first room to your right. She's directly opposite her husbands ward." The nurse replied, giving him weird stares.
Vincenzo clenched his fist, he wasn't liking the doctors insinuation.
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