ONE WEEK LATER!!!
Daniel remained unconscious on the bed. It had been a week now, and his body still gave no sign of waking up anyti soon.
The doctor—Ruth—had assured them that all would go well. She didn’t give them an exact ti, but according to her, his brain seed to be calming down bit by bit, aning he was dealing with his trauma well enough. It was slow, but it was progress.
All his companions stayed close by. Draven, Xylander, and Alexander remained around him, doing all they could to support Daniel. Xylander, however, had for so reason refused to talk.
"How can I talk when my hubby is in that condition? That’s not supposed to be a question because I won’t utter a word until he is back to ."
Xylander had taken a vow of silence, stunning the others.
Draven felt his devotion, but it was unnecessary. Instead of sulking in a corner, they should be dealing with Daniel’s enemies once and for all so that when he woke up, they could leave New York City forever.
"We are supposed to clear all of his enemies, not just keep silent as if that would help him. Please, Xylander. I believe he would soon co back to us. Although it’s New Year, and it’s a pity we couldn’t celebrate it together, that doesn’t an we have given up."
Draven tried to raise his spirit, but none of his words went anywhere. Xylander only slumped back into his thoughts, his gaze fixed fully on Daniel’s peacefully sleeping face.
Draven exhaled. He had sighed a thousand tis already. Frustrated, he walked to where Alex stood near the enormous window, watching the city below.
They were on one of the top floors, and Ruth had made provisions for Daniel to stay where no one could disturb him—neither the dia nor anyone else who wasn’t part of his circle.
"He isn’t agreeing to my terms. What do we do? Sothing tells Daniel would wake before this week ends, and he can’t wake up seeing that his enemies are still walking free. All of them—I an all—deserve to die." Draven fud as he stood behind Alex, who leaned against the window.
Alex’s eyes sharpened, rembering sothing.
"That reminds . Soone carried out that hotel fire and bomb to kill us, and we are yet to locate them. Since we are busy, obviously we can’t do much. Isn’t there anyone that could help?"
Draven scratched his head, looking slightly uncomfortable before answering.
"Soone could help, but you might not like it. The twins... his friends. I don’t even know what to properly call them. But I think Xylander has their line. Only they can help us track them. Not only are they underworld rulers, but they are well versed in this."
Alexander rembered, of course.
Truth be told, he didn’t trust them one bit. He had been uncomfortable when he saw them visit Daniel during his child delivery; it made him extrely wary. Not that he didn’t recognize them—he clearly rembered the chefs and helpers back at the honeymoon vacation. But for them to transform into mafias—no, not ordinary mafias, but the notorious soulless twins—that alone made him uneasy.
They were deadly. They butchered and killed like animals—deranged psychopaths. If they themselves had revealed their origin, he would have found it hard to believe. But Daniel had been the one to figure it out. To what extent had Daniel even uncovered the truth?
And not just that—apparently they loved Daniel and were capable of doing anything for him, which shocked Alexander to his core. The fellow probably had no idea their friend was unconscious. Calling them now would require serious thought.
He wasn’t the fearful type, no. But soone who regarded Pri Adrain as trash was to be avoided. Not fearing them was like gambling with your life—and at that point, there was no hope of leaving whole. Only pieces of your body might remain.
"Okay. This isn’t left for us to like or dislike. That would be selfish. At this point, Daniel deserves payback to all those who put him in this position—especially his family. All of them will perish." Alexander deadpanned.
Draven frowned. Not everyone there was going to die—it wouldn’t be right. What about Daniel’s brother and sister? Their only sin was being born into such a horrible family. They hadn’t committed evil like their father, mother, and that old witch who had taken control like she owned the house.
"Those two kids did nothing, so we should spare them," Draven insisted.
Alex hissed sharply.
"Didn’t do anything? Okay, let’s say they didn’t participate. But who was there when he was thrown out and sold to that brothel? Rember, that was supposed to be his ultimate fate. If not for Adrain’s interference, can you even fathom what would have happened? Just think about it—what would have happened?"
Alexander turned from the window and faced Draven fully.
"Maybe if he didn’t enter that brothel, we probably wouldn’t have t him—neither you nor I. But don’t forget this: if they had acted like they were supposed to instead of chickening out, Daniel wouldn’t have experienced such brutality. Just think about it."
Alex had made his decision. All of them would be wiped out—and it would be through the most brutal deaths imaginable.
Draven wasn’t about to let him commit such a mistake.
"They were kids, for crying out loud! What could they have possibly done? Especially with a bulky man like their father—do you really think they stood a chance? Of course they would have been taken and beaten to a pulp. Don’t end them when they were helpless too."
Draven’s defense grew stronger.
Alexander, at that point, was getting pissed. Draven’s defense was grating on his nerves.
"That’s exactly what I’m emphasizing. They were a bunch of greedy cowards, not wanting their skin hard in any way while they watched Daniel suffer unimaginable horror. Now look at him. You would do well to rember that revisiting such trauma is what put him into this deep sleep. And it concludes that in every way, all of them are rotten—and they are going to die in the worst way possible."
Alexander moved away from the window.
"It’s their fault we are not celebrating New Year with Daniel. So I’m not forgiving any shit. No fucking way!" Alex spat.
Draven finally gave up.
He only wished Daniel would regain consciousness and stop this madness. It would have been nice for the three siblings to reunite—but not like this. Not through blood.
Because that would make Daniel a complete orphan.
Imagine losing not just his mother and father, but his siblings too. That would traumatize him forever. It might never leave his mind.
But arguing further was a waste of breath.
At this point, if not Daniel, no one could make Alexander stop.
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