Chapter 219 I'll Make a Move on You
After getting back from the hospital, James shot a text to Nathaniel and made a beeline for his dad's room.
He found his mom already there, fussing over his dad—giving him meds, wiping his sweat, holding his hand, all that mushy stuff.
Seeing this, James felt all warm and fuzzy inside. Almost losing his family made him appreciate their reunion even more.
James whipped up some medicine for his dad, set up a little bed for his mom, then hit the shower and crashed in his room.
But sleep? Yeah, right. Around midnight, he heard motorcycles roaring up.
James jumped out of bed and bolted to the door.
Three motorcycles zoomed toward the clinic, each with two masked dudes—one riding, the other clutching a Molotov cocktail.
They chucked the Molotovs without a second thought, setting the door and yard ablaze.
James grabbed a brick and charged out, smashing it against one rider's helmet, knocking him out cold.
The guy on the back tumbled off too, and James quickly knocked him out as well.
The other four attackers tried to mow him down with their bikes.
James split the brick in half and chucked the pieces, nailing two riders in the head.
They screamed and crashed into the wall.
"Bastards, setting fire to the clinic, you asking for it?"
Troy, Samuel, and Mia rushed out with fire extinguishers, putting out the flames and beating the crap out of the attackers.
After a flurry of punches and kicks, the attackers were down, begging for mercy.
"Don't kill 'em, find out where they came from," James shouted, then went back to bed.
The next morning, the clinic opened like nothing happened.
Everything was cleaned up, and patients couldn't tell anything went down.
James saw over thirty patients. Around eleven, he spotted Troy and took a break, letting Daniel take over.
"James, we found out. The six guys from last night were sent by Ray on John's orders," Troy said. "I checked their statements, IDs, and spending records. They weren't lying."
"I knew it," James said coolly. "Get a copy of the confession and surveillance video, send 'em to me and Scott, and keep an eye on those six. This ain't over without some payback."
A glint flashed in his eyes. Brandon, John, and Sophie were gonna pay.
"Got it," Troy nodded. "What about Ray? Should we take him down too?"
"Not yet," James shook his head. "He probably doesn't know John is gunning for me. Otherwise, he wouldn't dare. I'll deal with him later. Also, have Jacob send some people to watch the clinic and The Smith Family. Make sure nothing happens."
Troy replied, "Understood, I'll contact Mr. Davis right away."
James then looked at Mia. "Make a few more dishes for lunch. I need to eat well."
Eating well would help him do more.
At three in the afternoon, at the Southern Club.
Nathaniel, with a dozen buddies, stormed into the hall and headed straight for the VIP room, smashing the door open with his cane.
He was fuming, looking like he wanted to tear someone apart.
In the spacious hall, five large round tables were set up, with dozens of well-dressed men and women seated, and a dozen bodyguards standing behind them.
Brandon sat in the middle, legs crossed, puffing on a cigar, looking all smug.
Seven or eight glamorous girls were snuggled up beside him, smiling sweetly as they served him.
John, in a white suit, was butchering a song into a microphone with his hoarse voice.
Nathaniel and his crew barged in, and he smashed his cane into the big screen, shattering it.
The room went dead silent.
John sneered, "That screen costs thirty-eight grand. Make sure you pay for it."
A dozen of John's buddies stood up, glaring at Nathaniel. The bodyguards looked ready to pounce too.
Nathaniel ignored them, shoved a few people aside, and marched straight up to Brandon.
"Brandon!" Nathaniel shouted, "You owe me an explanation."
Brandon looked up with exaggerated surprise and shouted, "Oh, Mr. Davis? Thought it was some idiot. How'd you turn into a mummy? Didn't you say you were as famous as Sebastian, the playboy of Rosewood City? How'd someone as tough as you get your limbs broken? Seems like you're all talk."
Brandon blew out a smoke ring, dismissing Nathaniel.
The girls around him giggled, thinking Nathaniel was out of his league.
"Cut the crap," Nathaniel said. "Did you have Mary beaten up and set fire to Bright Heart Hall Clinic last night?"
"Yeah," Brandon admitted, then asked, "What's it to you?"
"James is my friend, Mary is his girl. I told you to let it go for my sake, and you agreed," Nathaniel said. "But you were dishonest. Have you thought about the consequences of messing with me?"
"Consequences?" Brandon laughed, disdain in his eyes. "Nathaniel, who do you think you are? Don't think that just because I call you Mr. Davis out of respect for Sophie, you're on my level. Yes, your dad is Richard, and you have the Rosewood City Mystic Alliance behind you, but do you think you hold any weight in your dad's Mystic Alliance?"
He blew out a puff of smoke disdainfully. "You're just a useless bum living off your family."
Nathaniel was fuming. "What did you say?"
"In Rosewood City, no matter how useless you are, I wouldn't dare touch you," Brandon said, flicking his cigarette ash onto Nathaniel's face. "But you also wouldn't dare touch me. My dad is a billionaire in Stardust City, and my grandpa is Larry Green, the president of Los Angeles. How are you gonna touch me? With your mouth? So there's no need for tough talk, and no need to threaten me. Also, last night I agreed to make peace with James just to mess with you, you idiot. Can't believe you actually fell for it."
Brandon's face was stone-cold, his words sharp, not caring about Nathaniel's darkening face.
The girls sneered, looking down on Nathaniel. Compared to Brandon, the playboy from Rosewood City was indeed lacking.
Nathaniel wiped the ash off his face, his eyes cold as he stared at Brandon.
Brandon pretended to be deep in thought, then said, "How about this, Nathaniel? For your sake, I'll break one less leg, so he can still beg in the future. But Kaitlyn, I really like her. Why don't you help me get Kaitlyn into my bed?"
He reached out and patted Nathaniel's face. "Don't worry, I'll thank you properly once it's done."
John and the others laughed, convinced that Nathaniel wouldn't dare make a move.
"You're asking for it," Nathaniel said. "I will kill you today."
Brandon shrugged indifferently and smiled. "Oh, I forgot to tell you, my grandpa is in Rosewood City on business. In half an hour, he'll be at the airport. Try touching me? Let's see if your dad can protect you."
At that moment, the door was kicked open.
"I'll touch you!"
A cold voice came from outside, carrying undeniable authority.
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