Revenge Of The Hidden Boss

Chapter 9

Bruce felt completely different knowing that he was sitting right there beside Jonathan not as any other person anymore. He was sitting right there as his brother.

“You're gonna be alright.” He said about the hundredth time while leaned back in the hospital chair, exhaustion evident on his weak and tired face. He hadn’t left Jonathan’s side since the transfusion. Jonathan was still weak but stable, and Bruce finally felt a faint glimmer of hope. “Honestly I don't see any improvements yet but I hope they'll be soon” He's been speaking to himself a lot. He looked at his brother’s pale face, the thought of losing him twisting like a knife in his chest.

Bruce was already feeling sleepy, but his eyes suddenly opened wide as he heard something disturbing.

The sound of hurried heels clicking against the tiled floor interrupted his thoughts. “Who the hell wears high heels in a hospital like that damn! That's annoying” He turned towards a direction only to see Cassie approaching, her face pale and streaked with tears.

She came straight to him without hesitation.

“Bruce…” she called out softly, her voice trembling.

Bruce immediately looked the other way, his expression hardening instantly.

When she sat beside him, he stood up, crossing his arms and looking away. “What the hell are you doing here Cassie?”

Cassie stood up too, trying to make him look at her tearful face as guilt etched deeply into her features. “I heard about… about you and Jonathan. That you’re brothers. I came to—”

“To what?” Bruce cut her off, his tone icy. “You came to congratulate me? To celebrate the fact that I found family after years of dealing with people like you and your father?”

Cassie shook her head, tears spilling freely now. She wasn't there to congratulate anyone, she'd always known that Bruce had a good heart. Now knowing that Bruce is a brother to a millionaire automatically makes him a millionaire too. And she'd just read an article that revealed that the Gusman family were not millionaires are everyone was made to believe, they were billionaires and only hiding their true wealth. When Cassie discovered this, she wanted so bad to re-establish a connection with Bruce who was now a member of the Gusman family, to enjoy the benefits.

“Cassie, you're not welcome here.” Bruce said firmly.

“I’m here to apologize. Bruce, I’m so sorry. I know I treated you horribly. I know I used you, lied to you, and humiliated you. But I’ve changed. Please, just hear me out.”

Bruce let out a bitter laugh. “You’ve changed? How convenient. What is it now, Cassie? Did you run out of other men to use? Huh? Did you run out of other men to team up with your father and accuse them?”

Her lips quivered as she clasped her hands together. “Please, Bruce, you need to listen to me. I’m not that person anymore. I regret everything. I regret what I did to you, how I treated you like trash. And… and I’m sorry for what my father did.”

“Don't pretend like you didn't know he was gonna hire someone to kill me.”

“I swear to God I didn’t know he’d go that far.”

Bruce’s face darkened. “You didn’t know? Don’t give me that shit. You were part of his schemes every step of the way. You helped him frame me, y'all said I stole $750,000 Cassie. You cheated on me, sent me to prison, Stole all my efforts and shares in the company I built from scratch. You laughed while I suffered. You ruined my life.”

Cassie immediately dropped to her knees, sobbing. “Please, Bruce. I’m begging you. If not for me, then for my father. Talk to the police. Convince them to show him mercy. He’s my dad. I know he’s done terrible things, but he’s still my father.”

Bruce already knew she was there for a reason. He stared at her with a mix of anger and disgust twisting his features. “Mercy? Did your father show me mercy when he framed me and sent me to prison? Did he show me mercy when he hired a hitman to kill me? I was shot 3 fucking times and Jonathan got shot too. Mercy isn’t something people like you and your father deserve.”

“Please,” Cassie whimpered. “I’ll do anything to make it right.”

Bruce leaned down to where she had fallen on her knees, his voice low and sharp. “If you can do anything to make it right, you can start by getting the hell out of here. You and your father are dead to me. Now, fuck off.”

Meanwhile, at the Salvator estate, Detective Martinez and his team had just entered while Cassie was out. They stood in the lavish living room, their patience wearing thin as they longed to see who they came for. “Where is Gernacho?” Martinez barked at the maid, who looked terrified.

“I-I don’t know where he is!” the maid stammered. “Gernacho hasn’t been here since morning. I swear!”

Martinez exchanged a glance with his partner, his expression grim. “He works at the hospital too but he's not there. That means he's on the run. We need to expand the search.”

Another officer approached him quickly with a phone in hand. “Sir, we just got a tip that he might be near the hospital. Witnesses saw someone matching his description in the area.”

“But we just came from searching for him at the hospital. Anyway let’s move. Check every corner of that hospital.”

They all got into the police car and headed back to the hospital. The officers moved swiftly, looking left and right for any sight or the Argentine janitor who acted as an assassin in the attempted murder of Bruce.

Gernacho, however, was nowhere to be found. “Shit! I think that sum’ Bitch was lucky to get away again.” Martinez said with Frustration. He decided to visit Jonathan’s room, hoping he might be awake and strong enough to answer some questions about the shooting that involved him and his brother at the traffic light.

As they approached Jonathan’s hospital room, Martinez noticed something odd. A male nurse stood by Jonathan’s bed, his back to the door. The nurse appeared to be injecting something into Jonathan’s blood bag. Something about his posture and movements felt… wrong.

“Wait a minute,” Martinez whispered, signaling his team to pause. His eyes narrowed as he looked closely at the nurses hands. “That’s bloody suspicious.”

Before they could speak, the nurse turned slightly and was lucky to catch sight of them in the reflection of the window. “Shit the cops are here!” His reaction was immediate. He dropped the syringe and bolted for the door.

“Hey!” Martinez yelled. “Stop right there!”

But the nurse didn't stop! He knew he was doing something fishy and he'd be in big trouble to end up in the hands of the authorities.

“I said stop right now or I'll shoot!” The officers charged in, tackling the man before he could escape. He struggled to make his way out as quick as possible but the officers overpowered him, slapping handcuffs onto his wrists. “Save your strength.”

As Martinez pulled the surgical mask off the nurse's face, everyone froze in shock. “What the fuck!”

“Holy Cow!”

The man behind the mask was Gernacho.

“Well, well,” Martinez said coldly, glaring at him. “Looks like we’ve been looking for you Mr. Janitor or should I say Mr Nurse now?.”

Gernacho sneered, his eyes darting around the room as if searching for a way out. Of course he was searching for a way out. “You’ve got nothing on me,” he spat. “I’m just a janitor.”

Martinez smirked. “Oh, we’ve got plenty on you. Fingerprints on the cigar, eyewitness accounts, and now this.” He gestured toward the syringe on the floor. “What were you planning to inject into Mr. Gusman’s bloodstream, huh?”

Gernacho just looked away saying nothing as his jaw was tightening.

Detective Martinez looked at him in disgust as he said the words “You’re under arrest for attempted murder, conspiracy, and God knows what else,” He continued. “You’ve got a lot of explaining to do.”

As the officers dragged Gernacho away, Bruce stood frozen in the doorway, he couldn't have imagined that Gernacho was again the reason why Jonathan wasn't getting better all this while, he'd been injecting substances into his system. “Damn you Gernacho!” His fists clenched. He turned to look at Jonathan, who remained unconscious, and swore under his breath.

“Cassie hasn't seen the other side of me. She's already come begging and I haven't even started my revenge plan yet. It's not over until I come out victorious, it's not over until I get vengeance on every single person who stabbed me. I shall make them pay!”