Chapter Eight:Bring Her To Me, Alive!

"You should have taken me straight home, Donovan. What were you thinking?" Angelo yelled at Donovan for taking him to a hospital, when he should have done what was necessary by taking him home. But rather, he was stuck here at an expensive private hospital, without any idea of what was going on outside.

Thankfully, the bullet wound didn't rupture any vital organs or arteries, seeing as he still had the mouth to shout at Donovan, who ignored him and was on call to settle the media team that was going frenzy with the attack at the company.

Angelo sat up on the bed, not caring that the stitch might open up. It was going to take more than just a gunshot to bring him down.

"What are you doing?" Donovan questioned his father, when he saw him going for his clothes.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Angelo sassed back at his son, before putting on his jacket while Donovan sighed at his action.

Clearly, he could see that it hurt his father's reputation, for being publicly embarrassed both