My Tool For Revenge (I bought her)

Author’s POV

JONES had the most furious expression on his face as he growled angrily and raised up his gun pointing it at the man and without hesitation, five bullets divorced the gun.

He dropped dead.

Then Jones ran up to Greg.

“Greg!!! Greg!!!” He shouted shaking him vigorously, but Greg was already getting dizzy.

His face was blurring as he closed his eyes and everything fell into pitch darkness.

Ma’am Diana’s POV

I hurried to the mental hospital after I had gotten informed about Clemson. I knew exactly who shot him. It was Yakuza.

“He is so gonna have it hot with me”, I thought.

Clemson had been my last companion and friend and the only child I have got after what Yakuza did to me. And now, he wants to take him away from me huh, never!

I quickly stepped out of the car and ran towards the entry door to the mental reception hall.

Just then, I saw the cops dragging out the crazy Yakuza. Without thinking twice, I swiftly took out a gun and shot him twice in his chest.

“That is for my Clemson”, I muttered and turned swiftly to leave for the car.

“You think your bullet can penetrate me woman? Then you are the biggest liar of all time”, he muttered, laughing crazily.

I turned back to see the cops staring strangely at us.

“I curse you Yakuza, you will die a painful death, I curse you”, I cried.

“Suit yourself. You know what? I know where Emiliana is as we speak right now”, Yakuza divulged as I stared blankly at him.

“What do you just say?” I asked trying to dilute what he had just said.

“I know where Emiliana is!” He shouted.

But before I could comprehend the whole thing, the cops dragged him to the van.

“How could a mare human be this wicked and thick skinned as Yakuza”, I muttered to myself.

Quickly, I rushed up to my car and slid in.

“Follow that car”, I instructed the driver.

Yakuza must tell me the whole truth, I couldn’t believe he had a hand in Emiliana’s kidnap, and we have been searching for her all these years, and he knows we have.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Jeez! I was damn prepared to sue him for ruining my life.

…One Week Later…

Greg’s POV

I flickered my eyes open in a hospital room. The only thought that came into my mind was those last moments with Lionel and of course, Gianna.

“Lionel!” I shouted as I tried to sprang up but someone held me bound strongly.

“It’s okay Greg, it’s okay. He is alright, Nelson saved him”, that was Jones speaking, as he tried to calm me down. I was just looking at him confusedly.

“Where are they now?” I asked.

“The next ward”, he reported.

I sighed deeply and looked down on myself.

“How long have I been unconscious?” I asked.

“One week”, he uttered.

My eyes widened in astonishment.

“Damn! That is too much -“, I trailed off and looked away, my mind running in thoughts.

“I want to see Gianna. How is she? Has she woken up already?” I suddenly asked, all at once.

Author’s POV

“I want to see, I want to meet -“, he stopped.

He tried to get up but failed, he tried again… failed.

Jones sighed and looked away, then slowly, he turned back to him.

“Greg… you -“, he stuttered, trailing off.

Greg looked up at him, and then at his legs.

“I… cannot feel my legs -“, Greg uttered.

Truly, he was not feeling anything below his waist, from his waist down felt numb. Soon, he began panicking.

“I cannot feel my legs! I cannot feel my legs!! I said I cannot feel my fucking legs!!!” Greg shouted as Jones rushed forward grabbing his shoulders.

“Greg, you are crippled” he dropped the bombshell.

Greg’s eyes slowly widened open as he looked at Jones blankly, curiousity and shock written all over his face.

“Your spinal cord is injured at L2 level… you cannot feel or move your legs now”, he explained with the most saddest facial expression ever.

Greg’s reaction was just blank, he was motionless, he couldn’t say a thing, he couldn’t move a thing, he couldn’t think a thing. He just looked on, like a moron.

Gianna’s POV

I was sitting on the hospital bed as tears wouldn’t cease from streaming out of my eyes and streaming down my face.

I couldn’t also believe that I was pregnant. It was supposed to be a thing of joy yeah, but I was damn sad.

I just had my face down thinking about the dreadful past events when I heard the sound of a crutch, yeah like the thumping of crutches on the marble floor of the hospital. Subconsciously, I looked up to see Lionel coming in.

Quickly, I got up and walked to him, gave him some support as I helped him sit on the bed beside me.

“How are you?” I asked as soon as he sat and he nodded softly.

“We all were lucky that the cuts and bullets didn’t even penetrate that deep, except for the one as always -“, I trialed off and looked down again as I thought of Greg.

“Has he seen you since he regained consciousness?” He asked.

I felt a sudden sadness in my heart.

“No… he keeps shunning me away each time I go to his ward”, I replied already breaking down in tears.

Lionel sighed deeply.

“Did you try to meet him today?” He asked.

I kept quiet.

“I… I am now scared of him. He has become so aggressive, I’m scared he might hurt me if I go against him, and you know I am pregnant, I do not want anything to hurt me emotionally or physically”, I explained.

And that was absolutely true!

Since he was confirmed crippled, he wished never to see any of us, not even me, whom was pregnant with his child, and whenever anyone tried to enter, he would start throwing things at the door, shouting at the intruder(s) to leave him alone.

Lionel nodded knowingly.

“He is always like this, whenever he is scared or sad, he always yells, closes himself and withdraws in his own shell not wanting anyone to see his weak side, and he is scared right now. He is hurting inside… because of you”, he said and I looked at his face inquiringly, confused.

“Me?” I questioned and he nodded.

“He thinks he doesn’t deserve you, and he is thinking of letting you go”, he said and looked away, staring into space.

I gasped in shock. Huh?

“Can I tell you a brief story of Greg?” He asked still staring into space and I nodded my head vigorously.

“I really wanna hear”, I muttered.

I really felt sorry for Greg, but nemesis and karma I know, are real.