Ingrid's POV
I opened my eyes, and the first person I saw was Isaac Midnight, lying with his head on the side of the bed. He fell asleep while watching me. I slowly get up and lean on the headboard.
I look at my IV, and it looks like the nurses he calls were doing their job. Everything that happened last night flashes in my head. He looks mad when he thinks I died, which is unexpected to me.
"Damn!" I roar in a controlled tone. My stomach suddenly hurts again! Damn this ulcer!
"Good morning, Mrs. Midnight," a nurse says.
She enters wearing a cheerful smile when she sees my face. Nurse Joy approaches me right away.
"On a scale of 1-10, how much are you feeling right now, Mrs. Midnight?" she asks.
I take a deep breath and look at her. "Six!" I exclaimed, starting to twist in pain.
"Aghh—what the!" Isaac opens his eyes and sobers up as soon as he realizes what is happening here.
"Sir, summon the doctor. Mrs. Midnight is having attacks," Nurse Joy says.
He scooped me up and made me lean on his body. He was trying to comfort me, but damn! The pain was too much! Fuck!
"Give her some pain reliever until her doctor arrives to check her situation," he commands.
The nurse followed his order. I turned my body and nestled my face on his chest while grabbing his arms. I can't explain how painful this is! I've been having stomach pain before, but now?
It's too unbearable. I guess my situation is indeed serious. "It's okay… it's okay," he whispers, brushing my back with his huge palm.
For some reason, his presence was helping me with the pain. I don't know why or how, but it's helping. I stayed like this for minutes until the pain became bearable.
I take a deep breath. I guess the pain reliever works now. I slowly loosen my grip on his arm. I raise my head.
"How are you feeling now?" he asks. I shake my head. Why am I feeling dizzy? My vision is getting dark…
The next moment I opened my eyes, I was still lying in the same room. I turn around and realize that no one is here. I close my eyes again and remember what happened.
I must have passed out because of the pain. "Boss, you have to check the situation yourself. The nurses can take care of your wife. James was trying to steal our territories!" Luther roars.
I opened my eyes and looked at them. "What territories? Agh," I groan in pain.
I forgot that my left hand is where they injected the needle for my IV fluid. He comes to me and helps me to get up.
"Don't worry about it. Things are under my control," Isaac remarked. I shake my head and look at him intently.
"You shouldn't take things lightly, Isaac. That asshole will take everything from you. He already did by killing your innocent wife and son," I utter.
"He will take your businesses as well. You have to face him yourself. You shouldn't worry about me. I'm tougher than you think," I asserted. He sighed and put me back to bed.
"Luther, prepare the car. I'll check the situation myself," Isaac says. Luther leaves right away. I look at him. I grab my phone on the bedside table and give it to my husband.
"Here, the password is open sesame. Check the details of my dad's business deals with other club owners. If he's targeting your territory, do the same. These people will surely cooperate with you," I remarked.
He frowns, looking at me weirdly. I told him that I'm the one who was closing the deal with them. As soon as they learn that I'm on his side, they'll switch sides.
All he needs to do is to offer strong security for these club owners. Isaac sighed and looked at me. "You really need to receive your treatment.The doctor told me that if you didn't, you'd have no choice but to undergo operations," he remarked.
I raise my palm and stop him from talking. "Don't worry. I'll receive it. I can't die yet. I haven't achieved even a percent of my plans. Just go and check your businesses," I respond.
I turn my back on him and close my eyes again. I wasn't lying. I'll receive my treatment and have my revenge myself. He stood up and left.
I look at the ceiling and stare at nothingness. I don't know why, but there's something in his kindness that makes me feel dangerous.
I can't get attached. All I cared about was revenge, nothing more or less. I just force myself to sleep and have some rest. The next morning, I felt a little better.
Emilia brings my breakfast. "Did they come home last night?" I ask. She looks at me. "Are you worried about him?"
"Don't give me that gaze, Emilia. Just answer that damn question," I growled. She laughs and crosses her legs.
"You're really worried. I don't care about the reason. That's still worried. Anyway, they haven't," she answered.
My jaw clenched. "Where's my phone?" I ask, looking at the drawer and bedside table.
"Pulled the drawer. Who are you calling? Him?" Emilia asks, teasing.
I rolled my eyes and grabbed my phone. I dialed a number. "Hello, Mason? I need you to bring some of our men and check these different locations. I need you to find out if there were any riots or sour events last night," I remarked.
"On it, boss. Just send me the location."
"Okay. Bye."
I typed the locations and sent them to him. As soon as I put down my phone, I glared at Emilia. She raised her hands and acted like she wasn't trying to tease me.
"I still need his support, Emilia. He has what we need. I can't let him die. That bastard should be the one to die, not Isaac."
She sighed before she spoke again. "You know what the problem is? You are so indulged with your revenge thingy that you forget to enjoy the beauty of life," she says.
"Emilia, my life isn't a bed of roses. You know that. What I have are guns and bullets. The only path for me was drenched in blood," I assert.
She grabs a slice of apple and leans back. "But it doesn't mean you can't enjoy what life has to offer. Isaac might be a gateway for that," she says. I rolled my eyes and ignored what she was trying to imply.
I understand what she means. "I'm nothing but a constant reminder of the man that broke his heart, the man who stole the most precious things in his life. Therefore, what we have is nothing but an obligatory cooperation."
My best friend was still looking at me. In the end, she chooses not to argue with me. But…
'I hope nothing bad happens to him.'