Bonds of the Alpha Billionaire (Maia and Alex) novel Chapter 158

Chapter 158 

-Alex’s POV- 

The decision was made, a cold, calculated choice that gnawed at me. Protecting Amaya meant removing her from the equation, at least for now. With a heavy heart, I pulled on my jacket and stepped out into the living room. Christian was waiting, his expression a mixture of concern and determination. 

“Everything set?” I asked, my voice steady. 

He nodded, his gaze fixed on me. “Amaya?” 

“She’ll forgive me when this is over,” I replied, my voice firm. “We need to get going. I’ll get Damon from the facility first.” 

Christian hesitated, his eyes scanning my face. “Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice laced with doubt. 

I met his gaze, my resolve unwavering. “I am,” I said, my voice low. “I’m going to win this. He’s a little boy trapped in a man’s body, refusing to grow up, to let go of the past. This time, it’ll be different.” 

Christian let out a long sigh. “Then we had better get going. The sooner this ends, the sooner I can get a good night’s sleep. I already have a mafia lord to deal with,” he joked, a wry smile playing on his lips. It was a welcome distraction, a brief moment of normalcy in the midst of the chaos. 

I nodded, my mind already racing. The drive to the facility was a blur. Every passing second was a tick of the clock,counting down to the inevitable confrontation. I tried to focus on the road, but my thoughts kept drifting to Amaya. I hated leaving her, but it was the only way to protect her. We arrived at the hospital in record time. There was no time for formalities. I marched into the building, my presence sending a ripple of fear through the staff. The usual procedures were an inconvenience I couldn’t afford. I needed to get to my father, and I needed to do it fast. 

As I made my way down the sterile corridor, a thought occurred to me. I stopped in my tracks, turning to face the nearest nurse. “Get me a wheelchair and bring it to his room,” I ordered, my tone leaving no room for argument. 

The nurse’s eyes widened in fear, but she nodded quickly and disappeared down the hall. I continued my journey, my steps echoing in the quiet corridor. 

When I reached my father’s room, the sight that greeted me was a stark reminder of the man he had become. He lay in bed, his skin pale and translucent, the machines that had once kept him alive now silent. Yet, there was a flicker of life in his eyes, a spark of defiance that surprised me. 

“Father.” 

His head turned slowly, his eyes meeting mine. “My time has come,” he said, his voice weak but resolute. 

I moved closer to the bed, my gaze scanning his face. The man lying here was a shadow of the powerful figure I remembered. The years had taken their toll, leaving him frail and vulnerable. 

“I know you’re aware of what’s been happening,” I began, my voice steady. “The horrible things you did in the past have seeped into my life, disrupting everything. You could have stopped it. You could have let us be.” 

A single tear rolled down his cheek, the only acknowledgment of my words. 

“He wants us to suffer the same pain he did when he watched his parents die,” I continued, my voice cold and hard. “He wants me to bring you and my son to him.” 

My father’s eyes widened in shock. “You have a son?” he asked, his voice filled with disbelief. 

I nodded, a bittersweet smile spreading across my face. “Twins, actually. And I almost lost my family because of what you did. But I’m tired of going around in circles. I’ve let go, and now I need to bring you with me so I can end this once and for all.” 

My father nodded slowly, his expression a mixture of fear and resignation. Just then, the nurse returned with the wheelchair. I turned to her, my voice firm. “Inform them that I’m taking my father out of the facility for a while. It’s not up for debate, do you understand?” 

I nodded at her then took over wheeling my father out of there. We both stayed silent until we got to the car where Christisn was waiting and he came down to assist me, bringing him into the car. He stared down at my father and I knew what he saw was a dying old man but I knew the father I grew up with and Damon Thorne was a far cry from it.