JORDAN
Chapter 43's
“The gun used by the sniper was really a dangerous weapon. Lucky bullet
it penetrates at the top of your right chest. Just go down a little bit, the gun
it will penetrate your heart. If that happens, we cannot
save you,” explained the doctor after debating the scars of the shoot at
dada Jordan's.
When the bullet shot towards Lionara, Jordan managed to move faster
his body as a shield for his wife, so the bullet ended up stuck in his chest.
The incident took place so quickly, making Lionara instantly petrified in his place.
But his consciousness instantly returned, as soon as Jordan's body fell on him.
Lionara's screams instantly blared filled with fear and horror
real when he saw blood splashing from Jordan's body. Shaking, she
patting Jordan's cheek that was close was accompanied by her tears
rushing. Luckily, Sam and her husband's men soon came and carried Jordan's body to the hospital.
And this is where the man ended up, sitting stiffly on the Hospital bed
and just tighten the molars with clenched hands. Without caring about taste
sick in his body, Jordan is busy ordering Sam to find information so that
immediately catch the fucking sniper who shot him earlier.
The man's face looks flat and expressionless, but trust me his passion for
killing is so hot now. He's very angry. Angry because
happiness disturbed. If not, it might be
was fatal.
Just as he was about to lower his leg, the sound of the door opening stopped his movement.
“Where are you going?” lionara asked with a glare. His steps are getting closer to
bed Jordan. “Rest. Don't obey anything that's in your head
now,” she continued while bringing her husband's body back to lie down. Lionaras
sitting on the edge of the bed.
For a moment, they stared at each other. Lionara noticed a pale hue on her husband's face.
Memories of the shooting back up. Jordan was shot because
saved him. Then when he regained consciousness, instead of lying down to rest, Jordan
even intend to get out. And Lionara pretty much memorized Jordan's nature. Her husband would
counterattack—hunt the perpetrator who attacked them earlier, without
he cares about his weak body.
Jordan is warm-blooded. He was not provoked in the slightest—more it concerns his loved ones. Lionara knows that. But, he won't let
Jordan is fulfilling his killing intent now.
“You okay?” jordan asked at the end. Can't stand his wife's silence
who just looked at him. “Where's Jay?” continued drowning.
Look, Jordan is just worried about Lionara and the kid
just them. But not with himself who was clearly hurt.
Lionara breathed a heavy sigh. So many feelings raged within him,
anger, worry, anxiety, pain and sadness at one time.
“I'm fine. For a while Jay was with his nurse,” Lionara's gaze
fixated on the weight on Jordan's chest “I should have asked you that. You..fired,” Lionara said softly, staring worried at Jordan. “Your right hand chest..does..does it hurt? How..,”
Jordan replied with a soothing shady smile. “I'm fine. Don't you see I'm okay?”
Lionara did not reply. His hand was raised touching the white ball. “It sure is
very sick..” Lionara said with real sadness. “Should have been you
don't sacrifice yourself—” clear rolls tears instantly fall down
lionara's cheeks could not be held back.
“Then let you get shot in front of my eyes? So?” fierce Jordan doesn't like “That's
it's the same as killing me.”
Lionara. Jordan took a breath.
“If I don't do it, maybe I'll lose you again. And if that happens, I'll die too.” Jordan's fingers moved to wipe the water
wife's eyes. “I’ve lost everything. I
lost my mom when I was young, I’ got nothing to left,” said the man
ogre. “And I can’t lose you too.”
“But still it hurts. You even lost a lot of blood,”
“It's nothing, I've been shot a few times before. You also certainly realize that, don't you?” Jordan asked in a sensual tone, referring to her nudity at the time they were
lovemaking and how Lionara watches for incision scars and gunshots
in Jordan's body.
Lionara's cheeks flushed red, his reflexes hitting Jordan's shoulder. “I'm being serious, though,
Jo!”
“Arrgghhsstt..pain, dear,” ringis Jordan is excessive, and managed to make Lionara immediately flutter.
“Sorry, daddy.. sorry, I didn't accidentally.” Lionara almost cried. “Awhile, I
call doctor!” Lionara panicked, but Jordan first blocked him
his hand, then in a single jolt the woman's body fell on him.
“Jo—“
“I'm kidding, baby. No pain at all,” kekeh Jordan while pulling the body
Lionara fully to the top of the bed to be held tighter.
“Your wounds are still not dry, Jo! Release.”
“Eat him don't move much, dear. Be calm, okay?” Jordan buried his face in the recess of his wife's neck.
Lionara according. Now his hand is gently stroking Jordan's chocolate mane, and it's
makes Jordan feel very comfortable. The anger that dominated
gradually subsided. Being in the arms of his wife always makes Jordan feel
such a peaceful feeling.
“Which shot earlier, you know?” Lionara opened his voice
Jordan looked up— their faces were only five inches away.
“Sam is still investigating. But for sure he's one of my enemies,” Jordan
hooking their fingers together and carrying the back of the woman's hand to kiss her.
“I have many enemies, baby. They're all
expecting me dead. But unfortunately it wasn't that easy to make me die. That's why
they're trying to cripple me by exploiting my weakness—that's you. Had they wanted all the treasures I had, I would have given them without a second thought. But they don't want it, because they know the treasure
all I have is you and our son,”
“I don't know who they are you referring to, but can you make peace with them?”
“It's not that easy, Mommy. But if they stop harassing me, then I will do the same. And I think that's the impossible, considering me
nor will it.”
“Ya, yes.. You’re the Lucifer.” Lionaras
“I love you, Mommy.” whispered Jordan, replying to Lionara's embrace
“Love you too, Daddy.”
****
At 00:15 am
After making sure his wife slept soundly, Jordan got out of bed. He changed his hospital clothes with only a black jacket, jeans and a hat.
“I go first,” Lionara frowned long ago then immediately out of the room
he stayed with Sam who was already standing waiting at the door.
“Where is he?” the tanya is cold
“There is in the basement, Mr.” Sam said
Without making another sound, Jordan stepped out of the hospital followed by his right hand.
Within fifteen minutes they reached their destination. Passing through the dark alley, Jordan arrived at the doorway lined with iron and soundproof concrete walls. There, there, there,
two large tall guards, rising up from a chair, bowed politely to him
then opened the door of the room when Jordan raised his chin without needing to
many say.
The smell of blood, stuffy and terrible scenery was found there. A view
the weak man who was tied to the iron chair with his mouth bandaged, drained
a faint smile on Jordan's lips. No pity, he took a step
close him and open his turf.
“You still don't want to tell who told you?” low, Jordan asked.
The man shook his head, still loyal to his silence. Jordan is the laziest
dealing with gangsters. Most of them would rather die than plunge their master.
Jordan put his hands back. As if understanding his master's will, Sam gave
cigars with a lighter in Jordan's hands. Jordan burns and sucks
cigar for a while. Then he sat himself down at the table, right next to the man.
“I asked once again, who told you?”
The man raised a look at Jordan and grinned without the slightest trepidation.
“Until death I won't say it.”
“So?”
“Aghh..”.
Jordan turned off his cigar on the man's forehead mercilessly. “This is not
there's ashtray.” His excuse casually while patting the small hands of both of his. Then
pulled out a small dagger in his jacket pocket. And…
The man screamed in pain as Jordan engraved his dagger following the tattoo emblem on his arm.
“Arghhh..”
he again screamed in pain as Jordan mercilessly stuck a dagger
on his arm until it pierced through the bone.
“This is nothing like what you're trying to do to my wife. You've been wrong
choose to deal with me. I'm too cruel and barbaric.” Jordan paused,
his lips smiled slanted. His eyes looked expressionlessly at his target. Showcases
his heartless figure.
“And your biggest mistake touched my family. Blood is paid for blood. Life is paid for. Dan—“ Jordan again hung up his speech for a moment,
“Wife paid wife.”
“What do you mean?!” the man stared in horror at Jordan. Jordan replied with
a slanted smile, then he flicked his finger without losing focus on
his prisoner.
“ERICK HELP ME... HELP ME ERICK... THEY WANT TO TOUCH ME!!! NO...STOP THERE!!!”
Suddenly a video appeared showing a woman in almost naked clothes, surrounded by several large-bodied men. That woman
crying in fear, his voice echoed throughout the room.
“YOU WHAT IS MY WIFE?! ARGHHH...” Erick again cried out in pain as Jordan tore his arm off with a dagger stuck in his arm.
“My men can harass your wife at any time. It just so happened that for a few months they were not having fun either
with a female body. So, you can tell not how savage they were when
this”
Erick shakes. The man covered in blood was crying.
“Please don't do that. I love my wife so much and she's pregnant-,“
“You think I don't love my wife either, HAHH?!!”
“ARGHH!”
“I was almost crazy when you aimed at him,” Jordan pressed his dagger on Erick's arm until it stuck to the chair.
“Let go of my wife... please..just kill me...” Erick said full of plea with a stern voice with pain.
“Who rules you?” hiss Jordan paid no heed to his request.
Erick shakes. Insist on his stance that remains silent.
“Sam, order them to fuck wife—“
“DON'T!! DON´T!! PLEASE DO NOT.. RICHARD... Richard Altemose told me!” cut
Erick was quick, full of fear.
Jordan grinned ruthlessly. Then he moved off the table.
“Detach him and release the woman!” his orders to his men.
Jordan walked out of that storage room. When he opened the door, Jordan heard
gunfire behind him. That man is dead.
Jordan kept walking into the bathroom to clean up Erick's blood stuck to his shirt and hands before returning to the hospital.
He lit the sink faucet— wiped the blood of the brave bastard
chasing wife.
PRANGS!!
Jordan punched the glass in front of him until it broke. Blood comes from behind the books
his fingers. His breathing hunted rough, his jaws tightened with an unstoppable flash of emotion when recalling the owner of the name.
Richard Altemose's…
Those two savage sisters would really die in his hands.
**To be continued
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See youuu
......Jordan Matthew Christopher ......
...Lionara Florentine ...