Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion 18 novel Chapter 51

The two men finally arrived at a car that had been waiting for them. Luka opened the door and got in with Hayden. He wanted to say something to Hayden, but he wasn’t sure if he should; however, it wasn’t like he had anything to lose…

“Hayden boy, I don’t think what happened was your fault…” Luka whispered, his words were for Hayden’s ears only.

“Thanks…but it was my fault…” Hayden whispered back without hesitation before he smiled a little sadly at Luka.

Their conversation died there with Luka unable to come back with a reply to convince Hayden otherwise. The old man sighed once again, leaned his head back and closed his eyes. This job was getting to be too much for his aging mind.

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The ride to the hospital was silent as I sat in the backseat of a large limousine with two men in black on either side of me. I felt like a prisoner being delivered to court to go on trial. They treated me like I was going to run away any moment now; I guess since I did just try to run away from Hayden, what they were doing wasn’t completely crazy nuts.

As expected, no matter how many times I asked about Hayden and where he was headed, the men never answered my questions at all. Finally, I just gave up and sat there in the car and began anxiously playing with a strand of my hair. Checking the time on my phone, I guessed it was about half an hour before we arrived at a hospital.

“You know…I’m fine, I don’t need to go to a hospital,” I said honestly. I wasn’t trying to be stubborn or anything, I just had a few scratches here and there. None of them were seriously hurting because the scratches were so shallow. There was nothing on my body that simple antiseptic and bandages couldn’t fix.

“Young boss wanted us to take you to a hospital so that is exactly what we are doing,” one of the men replied without even looking my way.

So, they’ll take someone who doesn’t need medical attention to a hospital because they were ordered to, but they won’t take Hayden, who is in clear need of medical attention to a hospital…

Oh…what the hell am I dealing with…

When we arrived at the hospital, I was taken by the men straight to the ER like I had some serious condition. The doctors were clearly confused but didn’t want to get involved with the men in black and began inspecting my wounds right away.

“The scratches are minor. I will get a nurse to help sterilize and apply some medicine and bandages. Then everything should be ok,” the doctor said what I had been trying to tell the men in the car. I glared at them trying to say ‘see? I told you so!’

“Not good enough, doctor. I want her whole body scanned, x-rayed or whatever. Please check for any damages internally or to her bones. Anything…” one of the men said insistently.

“That’s not necessary. I’m fine!” I protested loudly.

This is all getting out of hand. The doctor looked at me and then the men in black in shock as he seemed hesitant about what to do next.

“This is private hospital, isn’t it? You should offer all the services that we asked for because you’ll make more money that way, right?” the man said, his voice getting louder and more intimidating.