2025-10-11 20:59:59“Please, sir, let’s go inside the car,” the man said softly, bowing again with respect, moving his hand behind his back.”I’ll introduce myself properly once we’re inside, along with everything else, sir.”
Riley froze for a moment, looking at the man in surprise before moving some steps away from him. Then, he looked at himself, staring at his torn clothes and then turned his gaze back to the man, a shaky laugh escaping his lips. “I can’t believe this,” he murmured as he brushed his fingers over the rip along the shirtfront. “ Am I hallucinating?". “Or have you mistaken me for someone else?” Riley’s voice faltered, still gazing at the man in disbelief and surprise. “ I'm Riley Collins. I’ve… I’ve lost my parents for as long as I can remember. How on earth would I be the person you have been looking for since all these years. You must have mistaken me for someone else”. He tried to steady his breath by placing his hands on his chest but it came out uneven and heavy. “ And I grew up in an orphanage. I have lost my parents," he continued, gazing at the ground. “ And I only managed to become a firefighter thanks to…” He couldn't even finish his words before he let out a deep breath. Slowly, he lifted his eyes to the sky. “An heir?” Riley repeated under his breath, smiling faintly as he lowered his gaze from the sky.” When on Earth did I become an heir? That's impossible". “ They must have mistaken me for someone else,” he muttered, more to himself than to anyone else. “Please, sir, could you step into the car?” the man asked again and Riley turned towards him, looking at the black SUVs along the roadside. He took an instinctive step back, his boots scraping lighting against the bridge’s concrete edge. “Are you being serious right now? You….you must have gotten the wrong person” “I'm not mistaken, sir," the man responded instantly.” You are the one I'm looking for". “How do you want to prove that you’re telling the truth?” Riley responded, his voice mixed with both curiosity and worry. And he tilted his head slightly, turning his gaze to the slow-moving river beneath the bridge. “With the way they are dressed, they must have guns with them and they could shoot me if I try fighting them. If anything goes wrong, I will jump into the river and escape right away". He mused to himself and then looked at the man again, chuckling faintly. “Even though you mentioned Henry Cardwell and his father as my enemies,” he continued, “what if he’s the one who sent you to finish the job he couldn't finish when I was in prison? What if this whole thing is just another setup to end my life?” He swallowed hard,curling his hands at his sides. “After I was able to escape his death attempts, he decided to use another tactic to get to me. And that's why he sent you, right?”.
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The nurse’s body was rigid, still shaking with the sudden, terrible energy of her struggle. Her breath came in harsh gasps that clawed at her throat. She released the doctor's collar, and his body lay completely onto the floor."I'm already a few steps away from the hospital gate. I will make sure I kill Riley myself."The words kept echoing in her head.The nurse slowly stepped away from the corpse, groaning in pain due to her head wound. She pressed her fingertips against her temple, feeling the sticky warmth of her own blood beginning to dry against her skin.She glanced at the hospital bed, gazing at Riley who lay unconscious on the hospital bed. She couldn't fight Henry Cardwell, a powerful mafia lord, alone.Her only chance, Riley's only chance, was to get him conscious and moving, or at least alert enough to understand the gravity of their escape.She stumbled to the bedside table, her eyes scanning the array of the deadly syringes still lying there. She ignored them all, her
Henry Cardwell On The Line
The nurse watched the doctor convulse. The immediate, searing pain from the injected Viper-Toxin caused him to groan,his mouth falling open, but his larynx failed to produce a coherent word.The nurse stood over him, still fighting for her breath."To hell with your money," she hissed, her voice ragged but burning with fierce conviction. "That money means nothing when weighed against a human life. I will never allow or witness anyone killing a patient in my presence—or even somebody who is not even my patient—without using every means to save them."" It is against my profession. It is against my sacred oath. And it is against humanity in general."The doctor's face, contorted in a final paroxysm of rage and betrayal. He struggled to focus his eyes on her, his breathing becoming shallow and ragged as the toxin began its systemic work.He forced out a few shaky syllables, his voice a guttural whisper scraped raw from his drying throat." Henry Cardwell will surely come after you, Nurse
No Going Back.
The doctor nodded slowly, a dark, triumphant glint in his eyes. He slightly eased the pressure on the nurse's throat, though his grip remained firm, allowing her a shallow, ragged breath. He was no longer coercing a subordinate, he was sealing a deal with a desperate, willing accomplice."Absolutely," the doctor confirmed, his voice smooth and persuasive.. "I will give you the sum of three hundred thousand dollars. And let me tell you, that money is yours the moment I verify the job is complete."He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper."You can use that money to travel out of the country immediately. Go to any country, or any city of your choice. You can disappear, vanish entirely, without ever having to look over your shoulder or worry about getting caught”.He tapped the deadly syringe gently against her neck, the gesture both a promise and a threat."This is a chance for you to get rich, Nurse, truly rich, without doing much effort. All I need from you is
To Save One, To Kill One.
The nurse smiled faintly, a tired, blood-smeared smile that belied the terror gripping her throat. She could barely draw in air, yet she managed to let out a final defiance."No matter how much you offered me," she rasped, the words thin and sharp against the pressure of his fingers, "I would never watch my patient be killed by anyone. Not for two hundred thousand dollars, or for three hundred thousand dollars, not even if you were ready to offer me a sum of one billion dollars."The doctor’s eyes widened slightly in disbelief at the mention of the billion-dollar figure, then narrowed instantly in pure rage. He let out a loud laugh, his voice echoing in the room.Instantly, his gaze snapped to the door, checking frantically whether the noise had alerted anyone in the hallway. He pulled the nurse back against the wall, his focus returning to his prey."Then I am going to grant your wish," he snarled, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper. "I'm going to kill you if you disagree to coope
Dollars Or Death?
"I'm going to kill you!" the doctor roared, his voice laced with unhinged fury.. He twisted his body violently on the cold tile floor, trying to leverage his weight and bulk to shake the tenacious nurse from his back. But the more he struggled, the tighter the nurse’s hold became, her arms locked around his torso in a desperate, unbreakable grip.She became surprisingly strong, or perhaps her will was simply stronger than his physical resistance.His frantic eyes darted around the room, sighting the fallen syringe containing The Slow Rot poison, now lying several feet away. He ignored the pain of the fall and the pressure of the nurse's weight, focusing entirely on that small piece of glass.With all his strength, he twisted his body again, using his legs to push himself backward across the floor, crawling toward the syringe like a wounded animal seeking shelter.But the nurse immediately understood his goal. Her grip tightened instantly, preventing him from moving any further toward
A Gasp, A Groan.
The doctor paused over the unconscious Riley, his mouth turning into a cold smile. He leaned over Riley and extended his hand. With a trained, professional movement, he placed his index and middle fingers precisely on the carotid pulse point in Riley's neck, just beneath the jawline. He kept the pressure light and steady, counting the beats for a full fifteen seconds before removing his hand.Satisfied by the weak but persistent rhythm, a slow, malicious chuckle began to form at the corner of his lips. It started as a low rumble, growing quickly into a clear, echoing burst of derisive laughter that filled the sterile room.He threw his head back for a brief moment, reveling in the sound. After a few seconds, he slammed his mouth shut, cutting the laughter off mid-gasp, his eyes flicking nervously toward the closed door. He listened intently for any sound from the hallway, his heart pounding against his ribs, before relaxing, confident that the thick hospital door had muffled the outbu
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