A Billionaire In Disguise novel Chapter 149

Keeping his fingers tightly around the blade, Rome was striving his best to stop it from going further into his side.

Although the cut he got in his palm was bleeding badly, and it was painful to keep holding onto the bare knife, he put all his efforts into stopping the blade from pushing into his skin.

"How long do you think you can keep this up, fool! A minute or maybe a couple of seconds?" Rookie coldly uttered, struggling to break his blade free from Rome's grip.

Knowing that Rookie was right and that he was running out of energy, Rome became desperate and slammed his head into Rookie's forehead, causing the back of Rookie's head to bang into the wall.

Both men were in agonizing pain, but Rookie was affected more, and the moment his grip slightly released from the knife, Rome snatched it out of his hand.

Then he hastily looked into K's worried eyes and threw the knife at him.

The instant it hit the ground, K picked it up and frowned as he stared at his boss' bloodstain on the blade.

Then he put the knife in the back of his pants before rushing in anger to one of Rookie's men that tried to get off the floor and stepped his back, forcefully hitting him to the tiles.

"Boss, you need medical attention." Scar said, realizing that the blood dripping from the cut in Rome's palm had not stopped.

Without looking back at Scar, Rome sniffed and said, "I know." Then he tightened the hand that was okay into a fist, landed a punch into Rookie's bruised jaw, causing his head to banged back into the wall.

"Does it feel good bullying someone weaker than you and taking advantage of them! Does it make you feel powerful! Does that make you think you are a mighty being!" Rome shouted in a fit of rage.

Seeing his boss get another hit to the face, one of Rookie's men hastily stood to his feet and tried to rush towards Rome, but Scar put his foot before him, and he tripped, falling face flat to the ground.

"How do you feel now, taking on someone your size!" Rome coldly uttered, striking another punch that sent Rookie's head slamming against the wall again.

"Stop, please!" Rookie begged, unable to open his eyes.

At that moment, a memory crossed Rome's mind, and he could hear Mr. Ford tells his six years old self, "Giving your opponent a second chance is a weak choice. When you start the job, you finish it! That's the right way to do it!"

As those words rang in Rome's head, he raised his fist. But at that exact moment, he experienced another flash of memory and heard Mr. Miller says, "Whenever you want to do something regretful, take in three deep breaths and then exhale slowly."

Subconsciously, Rome drew the first breath and then slowly exhaled with his gaze focused on Rookie's bloodstained nose.

Then he dropped his fist to his side and said, "K, call the ambulance."

"Yes, boss!" K said, hastily pulling his phone from his trouser pocket.

Letting go of Rookie, Rome watched him drop to the ground and let out a harsh breath.

Then he turned around, stared at Natasha, and yanked the hoodie off his head.

Immediately her jaw dropped, and she paused for a moment before muttering, "Ro...me, Rome Ford!"

"The one and only," Rome said, trying to ignore the pain tearing through his entire body.

Frowning at the blood dripping from Rome's wound, Scar ripped his shirt, walked over to him, and said, "Boss, your hand."

Without uttering a word, Rome gave his hand to Scar, and he wrapped the cloth around Rome's palm, tying it tightly.

"The ambulance will be here in fifteen minutes," K said, staring at Rome.

But his gaze remained fixed on Natasha, and he straightforwardly asked, "What happened between you and James Earl?"

When she hesitated, he frowned and casually uttered, "Come on, that's the least you could do for a man that almost died fighting your battle."

A couple of minutes passed, and she didn't respond. But Rome could see it in her eyes that she wanted to talk, yet, he uttered no other words.

After a few more minutes had gone by, a group of EMTs and paramedics rushed into the room with Joe following closely behind them.

When he saw Rome, he froze and mumbled, "I messed up! Oh, this is not good, not good at all!"

"Mr. Ford, can you walk?" An EMT asked with a look of concern in her eyes.