Chris Bolton's Unexpected Rise To Wealth And Fame

CHAPTER 3

After about thirty minutes of driving, the men dumped Chris in front of a hospital and zoomed off in the black van they had come with. Chris was still conscious on the floor, but he had lost a lot of blood already, and he could barely move a bone. He remained on the floor, waiting and hoping for a saviour to come to his rescue, but none was forthcoming. Unable to bear the throbbing pain in his leg, he passed out. 

Chris woke up about three hours later to the sound of machines beeping and whirring. He stared at the pure white walls of the room he was in and immediately, he realized that he was in the hospital. A drip was connected to his left hand and his left leg which Arthur's men had shot, was now bandaged. 

Chris tried to move his leg and noticed that he didn't even feel any pain. He stared up at the machines surrounding him and he wondered who had taken him to such an expensive and sophisticated hospital. There was no way he was going to be able to pay the bills for such a place and the best option for him was to escape now that the doctors were away, instead of accumulating more debts that he could not pay.

With little difficulty, he rose to his feet. He pulled out the needle that had been connected to his hand slowly and strapped it firmly with a piece of cotton to prevent it from bleeding. Then, he struggled towards the door of the room and pushed it open.

Chris was shocked when he saw two men on ink black suits and dark shades standing just outside the door. Both of them carried a pistol in their hand, and they seemed surprised to see him awake.

"Arthur sent you to finish me off, didn't he?" Chris muttered. 

His eyes scanned the hallway quickly and before he could make a move, one of the men grabbed him by the arm.

"We cannot let you go young master," the man said. "It's too dangerous for you."

Chris could not believe his ears. Young master? Why did the man call him young master?

"If this is some sort of joke, it's not funny," Chris blurted out. "Did he also tell you to make fun of me because I'm broke?"

"You are not broke, young master," The man replied again. "Allow us to do our job and protect you."

Chris turned his attention to the other man who had been silent ever since and he fell on his knees. "I don't want to die," Chris pleaded. "I don't want any trouble. Just allow me to go and I promise that you would never see me again. I'll disappear from New York."

"That would be impossible," a voice grunted behind him.

Chris spun around, alarmed and he came face to face with a man on a black suit just like the other two. He didn't have any shades on unlike them and he spoke with an air of authority. Chris immediately registered that he was superior to them.

"You can help me talk to them," Chris pleaded. "I've never caused any trouble. I'll go far away and you'll never see me again."

"Stand up, Master Chris!" The man ordered.

It was an order, but his tone was light, almost like he was afraid of angering Chris by shouting. Chris rose to his feet, even more confused and the man pointed at the entrance to the hospital.

"We go in that direction, Master Chris," the man said. "There is someone who is dying to see you."

Chris knew that he had no choice but to obey, and so he nodded to the man's command. All he hoped for was that the doctors in the hospital would come out in time to see the abduction going on that night. Chris was even more surprised when a few doctors walked right past them, waving hurriedly rather than asking questions. It was then that he knew he was in trouble.

The man led Chris right out of the hospital and straight to a black Limousine that was parked waiting. Tens of men on black suits parted the way for them as they walked past and the last even opened the door, allowing Chris to enter into the car. All his life, he had never been in a Limousine and now, he was shaking like a leaf in the wind. 

"This cannot be good news," Chris thought to himself. "I must be in trouble."

The guards entered the car and they zoomed off almost immediately, not even stopping for a second until they got to their destination. The door was opened from the outside and Chris looked up in bewilderment. The sight he saw made him almost pee his pants.

It was the grandest mansion he had ever seen in his entire life - many times bigger than the Sanders family mansion. Chris swallowed hard and turned his attention to the man who had led him there. His face was beaming with smiles like he had just accomplished an impossible feat, and Chris was dying to know what exactly was going on.

"Come on in, Master Chris," the man said. "Don't be afraid."

The gates slid open automatically as soon as they got there, revealing the full view of the magnificent mansion, and tens of guards with pistols in their hands. They walked past the guards into the mansion and after a few turns, the man stopped in front of a door.

"I'm Greg Holiday," He said. He paused and all of a sudden, he went on his knees.

"I'm sorry I lost sight of you when Salvador's men attacked us," Greg said. "I've lived with guilt all my life. I'm sorry you've lived away from your home all your life, Master Chris."

"Salvador's men?" Chris asked himself. Who the hell was Salvador and what was his relationship with his men? And what was the crazy old man saying about his home? The only home he had known all his life was the mansion where he lived with the Sanders. 

"I don't understand," Chris blurted out, unable to hide his confusion. "What are you talking about?"

"You would understand very soon," Greg replied, a smile forming across his features. "The master of the house will be with you shortly, Master Chris."

"The master of the house?" Chris frowned. "Who is that?"

"Michael Bolton," Greg replied and turned to back hi

m. "Your father and the supreme lord of the Bolton Empire."