CHAPTER 47: NASHVILLE

Leo's POV

As soon as I see Marco sit right next to me I knew something was going to happen.

Something definitely bad.

Of course, if we're being enlightened by Marco's disgusting presence something bad will happen like a gunfight.

And if he thought I couldn't see the gun poking out from his pocket then he was clearly wrong.

Thank god I have been born with brilliant eyes.

Also if he thought I was so dumb that I would come to the flight without wearing a bulletproof jacket then he was wrong again.

The jacket helped a lot though as when the flight attendant called the ambulance (as the plane had to obviously land because of our terrific fight), the doctors stripped me down and the bullets got stuck in the jacket and didn't get a chance to hurt me.

Hell yes, it hurt but it would have hurt a lot more if it had gotten inside my body.

Proving him wrong again and again and being two steps ahead of him has been really fun and entertaining for me.

The fight was awesome. To me, it just feels like whenever he and I fight, he always ends up being badly bruised and I walk out without so much as a broken bone.

I can't believe the last time we fought, he went crawling to Nat's cousin, Sophie, for help.

I have got to say, he has an extremely high intelligence level, its unnerving.

As they had to stop the plane mid-flight, so I'm now in a hospital at Nashville.

Something about this place is really really familiar.

As though I've been here before but I know I haven't.

But I think like this to every place I go to so this isn't exactly new.

I look at the ceiling of the ward I'm staying in and sigh.

The hospital bed I'm supposed to be taking rest in is extremely uncomfortable and I couldn't sleep a wink last night. I'll admit it, thoughts of Marco bursting in my hospital bed did also keep me awake half the night. I didn't want to risk it and I sure as hell don't want to die at the hands of Marco Accardi.

God, even the thought of it makes me want to throw up in my own mouth.

The police won't do a thing about our fight as I told Alejandro to put power and money in front of them and that shut them up.

Thankfully as the last thing I want to do is getting arrested.

I get up from the bed and move towards the window of the ward.

It's so gloomy inside this ward.

I had to get to Italy but Marco had to book the same flight and mess up everything.

Why was he even going to Italy in the first place?

He shouldn't know our plans about the Albergo clan though.

Still not at peace I go into the bathroom of the ward and change into my clothes.

Luckily they brought my luggage and the clothes I was wearing.

I put on new clothes as the old ones have blood on them.

I take out my phone and look at the time.

1:30 p.m.

It's been way too long here, I have spent too much time here.

The doctor did say I could leave when I finished the IV drip and it looks pretty empty to me, so I can leave.

I have been wearing a hospital gown, so I take out some fresh clothes from my bah and put them on and leave the gown neatly folded on top of the bed.

It is dirty though so maybe I shouldn't really fold it, but I still keep it folded and pick up my bloody clothes and when I say bloody, I mean it. They have blood all over me and I don't really think it's my blood. It must be Marco's.

The thought of that makes me smirk with satisfaction.

I am officially sick in the head, the sight of blood makes me happy, oh god.

I take my bag and pack the bloody clothes inside it.

I lift it on my shoulder, which aches, and walk out of the room.

I go to the reception of the hospital and take out my credit card and pay for the medical bills.

When I'm finished, I rush outside as the smell of the hospital was getting on my nerves.

Good thing I didn't see Marco before I left or I wouldn't leave him alive.

As I step outside I let out a deep breath that I didn't realize I was holding.

I take out my phone from my jeans' pocket to call a cab.

I see a text message from Alejandro and open it-

'I just got information that a member of the Albergo clan lives in Nashville. He's super important. Maybe you can try talking to him about our plan with him'

It's a good idea.

Better than the ones I have.

I see his location attached to the message and open it.

It's not really far from here.

2 kilometers at the most.

I decide to walk till there as I want to feel something in my limbs.

I've been lying for one and a half days and it seems that my legs and feet have forgotten how to walk.

The house isn't so far from the hospital so I put on some music and plug in my earplugs and jog through the streets.

I reach the house in 15 minutes.

It's a really big house.

Calling it a 'house' would be an insult, it's a goddamned mansion.

Whoever lives here must be stinking rich and from the looks of it, Nashville isn't a cheap place.

A second later the door opens and I see Nat.

All the wind is knocked out of me.

She whispers my name but I'm in too much shock to even move.

She looks at me once more and then lunges at me.

Crashing her lips onto mine.