★ Zenkai Right Hand Man— Marek★
"Shit! Get the doctor here. Right now," I barked at one of the soldiers as we arrived at the Kastone's estates.
"Yes, on it, sir."
How could this happen? How did we let our guard down just because we were at the club? Who the fuck was that bitch? Because of my stupid mistake, the Boss was gravely injured.
"Sir Marek, the doctor is here."
"You can leave now. Also, stay on guard, don't allow anyone in."
"Yes sir."
"Marek, what happened?" Doc Jun, Kastone's private doctor asked, as he rushed into the room, moving towards the Boss's side.
"Fuck! What's this? Why is Zenkai this badly hurt? Why didn't you take him to the hospital, instead of calling me over?"
"This is an assassination attempt."
"Assassination?" He shouted, his two fingers at the side of the Boss's neck checking his pulse, as he frantically reached for his box.
"Doc, how bad is his condition? Hope he's not going to die?"
"He is dying."
Oh, I knew the situation was dire. But I'd been hoping it wouldn't cost him his life. What wishful thinking.
"He has lost too much blood, and his system is starting to shut down. He needs blood transfusion and surgery. The stab wounds at both sides and the cut across his chest are severe, almost too damaging. We have to take him to the hospital quickly, not keep him here."
"No."
"No? What bullshit is that? He could die here. And I believe you don't want that?"
"You think I don't know that? Even though I am aware of his grave state, we still can't take him to the hospital. We can't."
"And why is that? What rubbish am I even listening to?"
I knew he wanted to understand the reason why I was being like this, and he had to know.
"Doc, this must be kept undercover. If not, the other families will start raising their heads, and that outcome will be really bad with the Boss in this state."
"That is not more than his life. Right now, his life is the priority."
"I'm aware. But if we handle this the wrong way, all of Kastone's remaining establishment, alliance, insurance—everything will be burned to the ground by those hungry old pigs. Even the Boss will die, and it will be quick."
He sighed. "That's reasonable, but not convincing. What are you suggesting we do? Because we need blood, a lot of it. And surely, we can't test his blood here."
"The Boss is O negative, so you can take my blood. This must remain a secret, treat him here, in Kastone's estate. It should be strictly between us."
"What are you saying? What about those who have seen him? How are you going to keep them quiet?"
"They have already been taken care of. The only people aware of this are you, Enzo, the guard who just left, some other trusted individuals, and me. Others think he's in the Russian region for cooperation with new allies, and it will take some time for him to come back."
"Great. I see you are well prepared. Okay then, roll him to the theater room, since that is the only room with strong lights. I will need every hand I can find."
"No problem, I'm here to help."
"Start moving then."
We led the Boss into that theater room, our torture ground. As we entered the room, it was cold as it had always been and smelled of metals.
A large table sat in the middle of the room, under seven different surgical lights. I moved to the table in one stride, pushing aside the torture equipment.
I spread the clothes and plastic the doctor provided, adjusted the light as he directed, and laid the boss on the table as he instructed. Meanwhile, the doctor laid out his dissecting instruments, gloves on, mask on, and an overall [lab coat].
"Marek, stand over there. You'll be giving me these knives accordingly. Be informed that the risk of infection is immense, but we have no choice. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Good. Now put these on. Go clean your hands and stand at the position I showed you earlier. Let's begin."
For what seemed like hours, the doctor opened, cleaned, and stitched as I handed him everything.
Please, Boss, survive this. You have to survive this to carry out the legacy you planned.
"It's done. Take him to a warmer room. This place is too cold. I'll be with you after I've cleared these things."
"Okay."
I moved him quietly, deeper into the estate, into a room behind two security-coded doors that even most lieutenants didn't know existed.
Immediately after arriving in the room, the doctor arranged IVs, machines, and heat pads while I stood guard like a sentinel.
For hours, the only sounds were beeping monitors and shallow, sluggish breaths.
"When will he wake?"
"He could wake up, probably after the anesthesia wears off, or not even today. But for clarity, the surgery is a success."
"Is there anything else to do while he's unconscious?"
"There's nothing for you to do. I will be checking on him myself."