Mafia Wars: The Uprising Billionaire

9 Hurting with words

Antonio rose to his feet, his eyes turning bloodshot with incumbent fury.

Yet, he didn't allow his emotions to get a hold of himself, as he soon masked the fury erupting from his face.

However, his gaze had yet to shift from the approaching figure.

Blue eyes, long wavy, brown hair that fell to her shoulder and a short, beige knitted bodycon that clung to her body, revealing her curves and cleavages

Her coffee brown long coat flowed to her knees, and her knee-length, black boots struck against the floor.

Jasmine tied a thick black scarf around her neck, and her flora cologne drifted out, permeating everyone's nostrils.

Leonardo and company had risen to their feet immediately after they saw Antonio's countenance fall, and their eyes pierced into the new arrival with cold intents.

Leonardo and Richard knew a bit of the happenings lately, and they could already guess who this lady was, however, they didn't interrupt or utter anything.

They only stood beside Antonio, ready to intervene should things escalate.

Tyler, on the other hand, was at a loss as his eyes darted from Jasmine to Antonio, wondering what the matter was.

However, from his instinct as a professional bodyguard, he knew something was off, and his hand went into his pocket, ready to start a fire.

''uh… he-he.'' Jasmine chuckled, her red lips curling with contempt.

''is this all you are now?'' She took a few, soft steps forward until she was a few feet away from Antonio.

''Resulting to some cheap tricks by hiring these hungry beggars to disguise like some big shots?'' Jasmine's words were sharp and piercing, lacking any empathy.

''You really can't get over your past, sweet life, can you?'' Her cherry lips snaked against each other, as she stared at Antonio with a derisive look.

''If I were you, I would save that money to at least offer that thing over there a cheap burial that his cheap life deserves.'' The obnoxious words travelled across the room, striking everyone's ears.

''Don't worry, I've already informed the head of directors that a puny fellow is pulling some cheap tricks, they'll soon load you out of here.'' Jasmine giggled, and winked, her eyes sparkling with disdain.

''Young lord-''

Leonard wanted to rush forward and snap this vermin's neck, but Antonio shoved him back with his shoulder.

''Oh, you want to touch me? Hahaha, no, you should've allowed him to touch me.'' Jasmine flaunted her arms, stepping forward once more.

Antonio also stepped forward, until they were inches apart, and could smell each other's shampoo.

Despite all the provocation, he didn't lose his cool, instead, his face revealed a grin.

His eyes were looking into Jasmine's as though she were filth, and he couldn't help but snicker.

''You know… you really should be concerned more about your majestic self, since you can only make a living by sleeping with cheap dolls, don't you think.'' Antonio leaned forward, caressing her hair in a taunting fashion.

''You see…. Being a nouveau riche is really a terrifying ailment, Jasmine.''

''If not, tell me why a dirty hoe from the gutter will still be looking for validation from something she deemed as cheap.'' Antonio's words hit Jasmine like a bullet, making her cheeks burn.

''You even went as far as faking a pregnancy, just for me not to leave you, so I could sponsor your failed father's treatment.''

Jasmine's body stiffened, Antonio's words clasping in her head like an erupting volcano.

''Oh, I love that look on your face, baby…'' Antonio's thumb caressed Jasmine's soft cheek.

But the cold, and dark aura he emitted revealed his murderous intentions instead.

''oh, you think I don't know? Hahaha oh my, poor girl thought I didn't know.''

Antonio's laugh made Jasmine take a few steps back, her heart tightening in horror.

''I really was stupid then, blinded by that shit called love.'' He shrugged.

''But don't worry, today is not your day, filthy vase, remember, though…

I shall haunt you, Jasmine.'' Antonio's words were crisped, and they sent chills down Jasmine's spine.

''Y-you you bastard!'' Jasmine bellowed, clenching her fists,, which had moistened with perspirations.

Just as things were about to get heated, a man in his late fifties, with short grey hair, entered the large ward, gathering everyone's attention.

He wore a grey suit and tied a black, knitted scarf around his neck.

Seeing this man, Jasmine revealed a smile, as she turned to the man, flashing him a flirtatious wink.

''This is the thing here, director, he will only litter the space in your hospital.'' Jasmine pointed her index finger at Antonio, with a look that said, 'Just wait and see.'

Seeing everything unfold before him, the director frowned, his eyes furrowing as he walked forward to meet Antonio.

''Gentleman, I understand your situation, but can you please leave for another affordable hospital?'' The head of directors spoke softly, as he tried a diplomatic approach.

Being the head of the directors, he knew a lot about the big shots in the state, as they would occasionally invite each other for a ball.

He also knew that Antonio was once a promising, young big shot himself, and he had even acquainted himself with him, going as far as making him a VIP here in the hospital.

Yet, everything was in the past, Antonio was now nothing but an ex-convict, and he would rather not have anything to do with such a miserable person.

However, he still had his suspicions about the three men in dark suits. He wasn't as naive as Jasmine, and he could sense the bearing coming from these three.

He knew Antonio couldn't afford these people at all, and he soon concluded that he only brought them here due to some past favours, to intimidate the hospital.

'Tsk, what does he take here for?' The head of directors mocked inwardly, but he still maintained his passive smile.

''What do you mean that I should leave for an affordable hospital?'' Antonio cut in.

''Huh?'' The head of directors was taken aback, making his eyebrows arch.

''Yes, I'm asking what you mean by I should leave for an affordable hospital.'' Antonio's voice was going higher as he questioned the middle-aged man once more.

Feeling the awkward silence that permeated everywhere, Antonio's hand landed on the man's shoulder as he squeezed it, applying some force.

Whispering, he said, ''You asked me to pay for his surgeries, and that's precisely what I'm about to do, so I will advise you Mr director to watch your tongue else you lose it without realizing it ''