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“Yeah,” he mumbles breathlessly.
“And if you forget it, don’t forget what went down with Joong five years ago. My principles are the only reason you’re still walking around after this stunt with my son and my woman.”
I’m pleased to see him go as white as a sheet and fear comes into his eyes. I give him one more shake for good measure before I get off him and straighten my clothing. I’m not entirely unscathed as my knuckles are bruised. I walk out of the office, my men covering me. We walk out of the bar and I get into my car. Adrenaline is pumping hard as I drive away. I head straight home, anxious to have a shower and wash away the stench and feel of having touched a vermin like Spike.
The phone is ringing when I get out.
“Colleymore.”
“We’ve got him.”
“Basement. I’m on my way.”
Smiling at the phone in my hand for a few seconds, I spring into action. I grab an extra set of clothes and head to More Secure. As I head to the basement, I slip on the brass knuckles Jared hands to me. When I enter, two of my men haul Ben unceremoniously out of the chair. I storm into the middle of the room and punch him hard in the gut, then hit him across the face.
“How does it feel to be defenseless and at the mercy of someone else’s hands?”
“Go to hell, you bastard!”
“You’re lucky I don’t wish to send you there with a bullet between your fucking eyes!” I punch him in the mouth, pleased to see his lip split and begin to bleed.
“How could you lead a defenseless woman into a trap?” I land a blow on his chin and his head snaps back.
I pull off my gloves and start unbuttoning my shirt. Two of my men assist and I’m soon bare from the waist up.
“Let him go.”
I watch as he stumbles toward me, lashing out wildly with his fists. I get a whiff of his unwashed body. He must have been hiding out in a sewer or something.
I urge him forward.
“Hit me. Come on.”
I allow him into my space and he lands a blow on my cheek. I take it as an opportunity to light into him. I don’t care about my bruised knuckles from the fight with Spike. I don’t stop until he is lying in a bloody, bruised and crumpled heap at my feet. Perspiration is dripping from me onto him. I step away as he groans.
“You’re fired, by the way.”
I head upstairs to the shower to freshen up and change. Now my head is clearer.
Half an hour later, I’m heading back to the city and go straight to the hospital. Thankfully, it’s the same nurse from yesterday, so I’m allowed to see Grant, though it’s outside of visiting hours. Dr. Beaumont, a nurse, and an orderly are in the room with him. He seems a bit agitated but manages to give me a wan smile.
“Hi, Dad.”
“Hi.”
He twitches and I look at Dr. Beaumont. She beckons to the door and I step outside with her.
“He’s having withdrawal symptoms. And I have to say he’s being a real trooper about it. Most cases like his become violent, but he’s fighting it. We were getting ready to move him to the psych ward where it’s safer and we have the equipment to restrain him safely. He’ll also be under more security to guard his every move.”
“Okay. How long will it be before I can get him to rehab?”
“His injuries from the beating are significantly improved, though it’s been just a day. There is something to be said about the resilience of youth. I would give him another week or so before we transfer him. He’ll be in treatment before Christmas.”
“Thank you, doctor. Can I still see him for a little while before you move him?”
“Certainly. He lit right up just now when you came into the room. That boy loves you.”
Her words hit me like a bolt of lightning and I smile. “And I love him dearly.”
