His Mafia Prince
Chapter 225: We Are All Going to Die

Chapter 225: We Are All Going to Die

(SASHA)

Detective Burgess has been snapping at my heels for a moment and now, she seems to have persuaded her overlords to grant an arrest warrant against me. Now that I am grounded, I know that it will just be a matter of time before they find charges that will stick. I suppose. She is part of the task force which had focused on trying to pin down my father for years, and Burgess, in particular, has fully turned her attention to him. He had been in her radar for months.

And now, it seems like it is my turn.

Two uniformed officers follow in the room after her. One of them is already swinging handcuffs from a finger while smirking at me insolently.

"You can’t be in here." Tyler snaps. "Only family is allowed in here."

The detective laughs. "Can’t be in here?" she repeats. "You are funny, Tyler."

"Fuck you." Tyler retorts. Ivan tell that he is unsettled by the fact that Burgess knows which buttons to push.

Marco stands up tall, making himself wide and imposing. "What the hell is happening here? Sasha just came out of surgery. He needs to rest. He can’t be moved. Doctor’s orders."

Burgess stares at him for a moment before recognition dawns on her face. "Well, fuck me." She says. "The uncle. So you are still alive, eh, Marco? We had a pool running at the office. I really thought you’d be dead already. I guess I’ll be fifty bucks out when I get back to the precinct."

"What do you want?" Tyler demands as he moves around the bed to stand on the foot, like he will physically protect me from the law if he has to.

Burgess gives him a sweet smile. "I am here to arrest your husband, Tyler. After dispersing the rag tag of criminals who have been loitering around the hospital these last few days. Intimidating fellas those ones."

"No one has been intimidating anyone." Tyler snarls.

"Oh, I don’t know." She says with the naughty smile still on her face. "You’re sure trying your best right now."

She reminds me of a predator moving in on its prey. I fake a cough just to make Tyler hurry back to my side then I push away the water when he offers it to me. "Get on with it." I tell the detective.

She drops the amused act and begins to recite my rights. I motion Tyler to come closer then he leans in. "Call Miles." I whisper into his ear. "Also, tell him to get Matco to a safe house." I don’t like the cops knowing that Marco is here. They will follow him out of the country and wherever he goes. So unless we shake them early, our enemies will follow the cops.

"Got it." Tyler whispers.

Burgess is done and is now motioning one of the uniformed cops to cuff one of my wrists to the bed. Tyler makes a jerky movement as though he is about to fling himself over the bed when the cop touches me. But I put up one hand to hold my omega back. "This is just a little misunderstanding." I coax him. "Miles will have it cleared up in no time."

Burgess snorts and just when she opens her mouth to say something while the uniform rattle the cuffs on the bed just to make sure that they are secure, the door opens behind her.ma nurse rushes in, eyes wide enough for me to see the whites around her irises.

"Darla?" Tyler asks. "What―"

"I’m so sorry to interrupt." She says―to Tyler. I notice. Not me. Not Burgess. "―But a threat has been called in."

All the three cops’ hands instinctively drop to their guns. It would be funny given different circumstances. Synchronized suspicion.

"What’s the threat?" Burgess and I ask in unison. Darla looks between us nervously then turns to address Tyler again.

"Well, it is a warning to clear the long term care because―"

It is at that moment that the alarm begins to blare, so deafening and urgent. Darla shouts something, but I can’t hear her over the noise.

Burgess narrows her eyes at me, and I can instantly tell what she is thinking. That this is my doing. This is a part of my plan to distract her from going on with her mission today which is to arrest me. But I just shake my head at her and shrug. That sends another whine of pain through my torso.

Now, my ears have adjusted to the long whirring sounds of the alarm. I can hear her faintly when she hurls shouts to the other men. "Give me the key and go find out what is happening. I will stay with the perp."

Perp? Why do I find that offensive? The guy who put the cuffs on my hands her the key, then the two uniform guys disappear out the door. Darla and Tyler are still in some sort of. De conversation. And Marco is also out checking the hallway. He is very reliable in these kinds of situations, but just as long as he doesn’t take it into his head to handle the issue himself.

Burgess comes close to me.

"You really want to tell me you have nothing to do with this, Sasha?"

I shake my head, not wanting to chance shouting just to end up with yet another coughing fit. My throat still hurts. The last thing that I want with Burgess in the room is my husband mopping the spit off my chin again. Especially if we need to take a fast exit.

"Then who?" she asks, leaning in closer to me as though she is trying to intimidate me or something. "Come on, Sasha. Give me a name. I can’t protect you if I don’t know who is coming for you."

"You can’t protect me."

"Are you just going to lie there and let whoever it is take you out?" She challenges me.

"I don’t have much choice with a cuff on my wrist."

She looks at the cuff, glances on her shoulder then back to me. "You’re in no condition to run, I guess." She unlocks the cuff then stands from a distance as she watches me with critical eyes. "I will move you out until the threat is cleared."

"I will move myself."

Tyler is still occupied with Darla. I tug at my blankets, trying to pull them off my legs, but the sheets are tucked too tightly. Burgess yanks them out, and I try to swing out one leg out of the bed first, but I have to collapse back for a moment, gasping at the agony.

Darla catches sight of me over Tyler’s shoulder. "Oh, No... Mr. Adonis... You really can’t ―"

"What are you doing?" Tyler shrieks as he runs over and tries to push me back to the bed.

"Getting you out of here." I tell him while trying to shove his hands to the side. "We need to go."

Burgess walks around Tyler to my legs then lifts both of my ankles and walks around to swivel me so that my legs are hanging beside the bed. She ignores Tyler’s protests and my nudity beneath the hospital gown as it hikes up. She reaches out, and I grab her hand and let her pull me upright. It is tortuous, and humiliating, but at least, it works. I am sitting up on the side of the bed, my toes touching the cold floor. Tyler is by my side, keeping me more upright than I’d care to admit.

"You can’t walk." Burgess says dispassionately.

"Of course, he fucking can’t." Tyler snaps as he rearranges my hospital gown, and I know that he will try to put me back on the bed.

"You," I say, eyeing a nurse, fixing her with the same stare that I do my capos when I want to order them. "Get a wheelchair."

She flies out of the room, and I can only hope that she will actually return with the wheelchair. Marco just about collides with her on the door way, slanting just so his body doesn’t hit her. "Clear down there." He says. "And I mean it’s quiet like a graveyard, Sasha. Staff gone. Patients gone. Guard too." He fixes me with a significant stare.

I know that the guards wouldn’t have left out of their own free will. They would have run in here as soon as the alarm went off. Then I think of what Burgess said when she first stepped in here. I look at her, and raise an eyebrow. "Your people cleared them out?"

She gives me a single irritated nod. I can tell that she is nervous, but she is not afraid. I can’t help but feel a grudging respect for her. But that doesn’t excuse the fact that she is fucked up. And it is a pleasure to be able to point it out. "Whoever this is, whoever is coming for me," I say clearly and distinctly over the blaring alarm. "They were just waiting for you clowns to clear my friends from the waiting area. They knew that you’d never be able to get past them, You have killed me yourself, Burgess. I won’t get a day in court, and you will get your nice silk blouse soaked instead of that promotion that you were hoping for."

She presses her lips into a thin line then turns to talk onto her radio. "Officer Vitale, come in." no response. "Klinger, you’re there?"

"They aren’t answering." Marco points out the obvious.

"Maybe your men are dead already." I tell her. "Or maybe their comms are being disrupted. Either way, we have less than a minute to leave this place, or we are going to die, too."