Kyle was done and knew he had to go to the hospital to see how things were going with the man he had beaten nearly to death.
Kyle was skeptical, but this was sothing he had to do regardless.
He sighed because, for soone with all the money in the world, he sure was stressing a lot.
He could have gone sowhere quiet and lived the rest of his life in peace.
But what kind of life would that be?
He had the power to change the entire world, and he needed to accumulate enough power to withstand any potential enemy he might have.
We see it every day—leaders of nations eliminated simply because they didn’t share the sa ideology as the world power.
Kyle understood the dark side of the world all too well and didn’t shy away from it.
He had to dirty his hands to achieve his goal in one way or another.
It was for the greater good, and Kyle was willing to move the pieces around to suit his agenda.
It was only a matter of ti before he beca a threat, and if he needed to build a reputation in the underworld,
a good reputation and money were far more effective than money alone.
And with the mafia calling, Kyle had that opportunity right at his doorstep.
However, Kyle had no intention of doing what they asked of him because he saw the damage it did to Ella and his mother growing up.
Kyle arrived at the hospital and, to his utmost surprise, saw Oliver was already there.
However, he was alone, and Kyle didn’t have any form of relationship with him.
Oliver was the more likeable of the two, but it was clear that Priscilla was the one who called the shots.
Kyle walked towards him not only to greet him but to find out why they were loitering around here.
"Hello, officer," Kyle was friendly and upbeat because he knew the kind of person Oliver was.
Oliver didn’t disappoint, as he returned the energy by waving at Kyle.
They brought him here, but the fact that Oliver was here ant they were looking into it to see what happened, despite Kyle telling them.
This inexplicably told him they didn’t believe his story.
Of course, the chance that he was here for an unrelated reason was also a possibility.
Kyle was glad he ran into him rather than Priscilla because she was a pain in the ass.
"Hello Kyle, here to see your friend?" Oliver asked, to which Kyle nodded.
"What about you? What are you doing here?" Kyle questioned, hoping for a positive response.
"We ca in to check on the patient," Oliver responded, reading no aning into Kyle’s approach—but if this were Priscilla, she would have approached this differently.
They were opposites in the end, and this was why they made such a good partnership.
"Patient? Is there any reason for this check-up?" Kyle asked, trying his best not to raise any suspicions.
But Oliver caught on—he had spoken too much, and the last thing he would want was to be on the receiving end of Oliver’s rage.
Nothing was stopping Kyle from seeing the patient, but the fact that it was only him here and no one else told Kyle they hadn’t made it a thing at the office.
Did they secure the hospital so he wouldn’t escape?
"Where is your partner?" Kyle asked, looking around the room.
He wanted to know her exact coordinates so he could avoid her, but before he had that opportunity, Priscilla ca up from his blind spot.
"Hello Kyle, what are you doing here?" she questioned, her voice unsettling, but Kyle had seen worse.
"You took the question right out of my mouth, haha!" Kyle laughed it off, but Priscilla didn’t find this amusing.
"I realized he must be worried about his sister, so I ca here in person to make sure he knew she was safe," Kyle added.
He could tell sothing was off about Priscilla; the way she looked at him had changed.
But this didn’t bother him as long as she stayed in her lane.
Kyle was about to dip his fingers into dangerous territory and knew the chances of a suspicious Priscilla catching on were high.
Kyle entered the room as Priscilla didn’t attempt to further the conversation.
He noticed a few damaged pieces of equipnt in the corner of the room.
"What the hell happened here?" Kyle thought to himself.
However, he got his answer as he spotted a wound he didn’t rember inflicting.
"Oh. I see, that’s why they are here..." Kyle thought to himself—but for the first ti in a while, he was dead wrong.
He walked up to the hospital bed stand and quickly checked on the man to see if his condition was getting better.
He knew that there was no way the state would allow him to keep Jasmine but also noted how they could give less of a crap about what happens to them.
They would throw them right back on the street.
Kyle knew he had to find a way to stop the inevitable from happening.
"Your sister is safe..." Kyle told him. He was sleeping—or rather too weak to move—thanks to the drugs pumping through his veins.
Kyle knew he could hear him, so he didn’t bother repeating himself because this was sothing he took upon himself.
A doctor walked in soon after, seeing how close Kyle was to him and also rembering he was among the few who admitted the man.
There had to be so sort of relationship between them, but the doctor had to be sure.
"Are you family?" the doctor asked, but Kyle knew all too well this man only had Jasmine. However, if this was sothing important, he would want to know.
"Yes, I am. Is there a problem? What happened to my brother?" Kyle asked, the word "brother" sounding as unnatural as the whispers of the wind.
"I’m afraid we have detected sothing in his system, but we are still assessing the damage it has done to his brain," the doctor had Kyle co over, away from the patient’s prying ears.
"Damage to his brain? What do you an?" Kyle questioned.
He knew people beca addicted to certain things, but why did the doctor make this sound different?
"I’m afraid... I have never seen a drug like this before, but it affects the nerves leading to the brain. His neurons are deteriorating at an astonishing pace," the doctor said.
Kyle knew this was bad because it ant whatever this man was taking made him a threat to not only himself but his younger sister as well.
"Is a full recovery possible?" Kyle went right to the point, but the doctor was hesitant to answer.
"I’m afraid I cannot give you an answer, but there is a chance the damage might be permanent," the doctor pointed out.
Kyle sighed, realizing this was going to be a lot more complicated than he initially thought.
"Is that so? Can you tell the properties of this drug?" Kyle questioned because deep down, he suspected it was the sa one the mafia was attempting to make him smuggle into the entertainnt industry.
And if he didn’t do it, they would simply find soone else to—hence why he didn’t reject them.
Kyle needed ti to figure out what he planned to do, but either way, the ball was in his court, and one wrong move could cost him his life.
This wouldn’t have been a problem a few months back, but he couldn’t risk it right now.
He had too much to lose.
The doctor described the elents of the drug and what it did. It had the sa properties as the one he had encountered in the warehouse.
"It is just as I suspected.... I want you to do your best to fix him up. I will pay any amount you need from ," Kyle inford the doctor.
The doctor nodded. However, Kyle had made a deposit earlier to establish this trust.
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"Priscilla, what is going on?" Oliver questioned his partner. He noticed certain habits he had previously been oblivious to, including her body language the mont she laid eyes on Kyle.
He had been with her for most of her career, so he could tell when she beca guarded, even if it was subtle.
There was no reason for her to be guarded against Kyle unless there was sothing she was keeping from him.
Priscilla just looked at Oliver before walking away, and Oliver instantly knew she wasn’t going to tell him about it—which he respected.
It ant it was sothing between her and Kyle. But to him, Kyle was one of the nicest people he knew.
Priscilla wasn’t sure before, but everything was confird the mont she looked into his eyes.
Kyle might be able to assu different characters, but the look in his eyes would also change to match those characters.
And Priscilla caught a glimpse of this change—Kyle was a threat.
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