Jeremy Waltz: A Billionaire Incognito

Chapter 6

They drove through the dark night in silence still they got to the hospital.

The billionaire placed his hand over Jeremy's shoulder and bounced inside the building in a bit of haste.

The nurses knew Mr Guerrero and somehow a doctor was already approaching them.

"Welcome back, sir."

"I need a DNA test on him right now," he requested with a tone of emergency.

"I'd get it done immediately," the doctor responded and turned around to Jeremy. "Follow me."

While they left Mr Guerrero sat on one of the chairs with his body vividly restless. He was nervous just as much as he was anxious.

In couple seconds a police man entered the hospital and walked pass Mr Guerrero's bodyguards to greet him.

"We got reports of a wanted man in the building sir, you might wanna get to safety," the cop briefed him.

"It's that bastard on TV isn't he?" Guerrero questioned.

"Yes, same old bastard," the cop responded accordingly.

"You intend on bursting him alone?"

"No. I was in the area when the report came. Back up is on the way."

On hearing this words Mr Guerrero immediately stood up on his feets, "Well then, I'd grab my medical report and get out immediately."

He turned around the same second without waiting for the cop's response and headed for the doctor's ward.

He bursted the door open and got in, closing it behind with his bodyguards outside.

"Boys, we got a problem," Mr Guerrero alerted them.

"He's your son," the doctor told out of the blue.

"What?" Mr Guerrero couldn't believe his ears.

"Jeremy is your son."

At this point Mr Guerrero wasn't even the most flabbergasted guy in the room. Jeremy was shitting his pants, his brain about to explode with all the new information. All his life he's known those lovely poor people as his parents, but here was a DNA test proving otherwise.

"Sir. Sir!" The doctor tapped Mr Guerrero, bringing his mind back to reality. "The cops. They'd come in here any sooner."

"Yeah. How do we even get past them?"

"Maybe we could put your son here in a hospital gown and push him outside on a wheelchair chair and something to cover his head. For a man of your status, they won't ask any questions."

"Doctor Calvin, you're a good man," Mr Guerrero praised him.

"Frankly I'd do the same if it was my son."

In a couple seconds a bodyguard pushed Jeremy on a wheelchair down the hallway while Mr Guerrero followed close by.

Jeremy lived up to the act cause his mind was literally still in a state of shock.

As soon as they got out they got in the cars and drove away. Jeremy and his dad sitting with awkward silence in the backseat of the middle car.

"So... You're loyalty after all," Mr Guerrero broke the silence.

"Your family is royal blood?" Jeremy questioned with a sense of wonder in his voice.

"The start of our legacy, Donald Guerrero was a king, son. All a king does is rule over land. And he has so many real estates, he was a king in his own lane."

"Wow," Jeremy exclaimed and bowed his head slightly still contemplating on his situation.

"How old are you?"

"37," Jeremy answered sharply.

"So 37 months," Mr Guerrero leaned back, resting comfortably on the chair.

"What is that..."

"You're a wanted criminal."

Jeremy's heart cracked slightly, but before the gash of disappointment could make impact his old man continued his speech...

"37 months is how long it'd take you to be Aiden Fisher."

"Who's that?"

"Your new identity," Mr. Guerrero briefed. "In the next few weeks you will get a plastic surgery and get your face replaced. We will burn off your fingerprints and your ID's. You will become this man. You will become Aiden Fisher."

"You don't think the feds will discover me?" Jeremy questioned.

"They won't, I'd make sure of that. In the meantime I have a mission for you, will you help me?"

Jeremy raised his head up and stared at his old man surprised he was being asked for help. "Help with what?"

"For 20 years I've searched the earth for you. I could get a wife, begat another son, but I couldn't get over what they did to your mother and you."

"What who did?"

"My own family. Now they're waiting for me to die, so I can hand my sector of the family business into their hands. This will not happen," he grabbed Jeremy by the shoulder and stared into his soul. "Will you help me take revenge? Will you fight for what they stole from us?"

"I'm ready to fight, but I have to go see my parents first, th-the one who brought me up," Jeremy added. "I have a few questions for them."

"You can do anything you want. You're a Guerrero. After this whole operation, this 37 months, I'd announce the arrival of my son to the world, and you can formally bare your surname," he grabbed the bottle of wine on the rear center console and poured it into two glass cups. "By then, I believe we've sentenced our enemies to hell on earth."

Jeremy grabbed a glass of wine and accepted the toast with a side grin. He was rich after all.