Chapter 41: Chapter 41 Adrain dark side.
In the operating room, doctors scurried around, each with their medical equipment, trying to ease Adrian’s pain and close the scrotal sac of his dick, which had been torn loose as a result of the brutal kick given by his current nightmare—Daniel.
After several attempts, they managed to seal it, stitching the outer layer that had been exposed to prevent bacteria from entering.
Meanwhile, Adrian was given a pain relief injection to block out the worst of it, but he could still see his dick being mended, hands holding it firmly, and voices muttering that they were still examining it.
Two hours passed, and Adrian lost his cool.
"Are we giving birth in here?" he yelled suddenly, his tone so sharp that the doctors flinched immediately.
They could have knocked him out with a stronger dose, at least something to put him under, but he had seriously warned against it. He was certain his enemies might use that medium to end his life, and he wasn’t exaggerating when he said he had a long list of enemies. Families he had torn apart, kids he had killed, and countless people he had rendered childless or orphaned were all out for his head. But Adrian Valez could never be put down by weak-minded people—and definitely not by a kick to his penis.
"Mr., please, can you let us do our job? This is distracting, and we are trying to close the sack completely," a female doctor explained. She didn’t see the need to justify herself, but noticing Adrian’s violent streak, she had no choice but to oblige.
"Distracting?" Adrian spat. "I’ve been in this fucking ICU for hours. Can’t you see I have places to be instead of lying here like a lab rat for ages?" His sharp tone made the female doctor stiffen as his eyes threatened her.
The other male doctors just gawked. At a condition this critical—one that might lead to infertility or infection—he needed to be calm and grateful that nothing had gone wrong. But instead, here he was, lashing out at the professionals working to save him.
"Sir, with all due respect, these are professionals, and this behavior is insulting to them," the overseer of the operation finally spoke. His voice carried both authority and restraint. "We are trying to save you here—at least prevent infertility." There was a tint of frustration in his words; the irritation on their faces was clear.
Adrian only let a malicious smile creep across his face. His cheeks twisted in that unsettling way—the signature look he wore whenever murder crossed his mind. Jake, watching through the glass window, instantly became alert.
The doctors were about to be killed, and if Adrian snapped, his treatment would halt right there. In a standard hospital like this, such a mess could prove catastrophic.
"Shit. I have to get in there and beg him to behave," Jake muttered under his breath, cursing. He couldn’t believe he still cared. He had promised himself he’d leave Adrian to his own destructive decisions, to suffer the consequences of his endless bad choices. Yet here he was, unable to watch Adrian throw everything away.
"Open this door! I have to talk to my boss!" Jake banged on the glass wall, but nothing budged. The red light above the door still glowed, indicating Adrian was still under the knife.
"Fuck it..." Jake ruffled his hair in frustration, then his ears caught a report from a nearby television.
"Breaking news today: a report concerning the detection of an earthquake not far from the famous Sparkle Spring," the reporter revealed. Jake’s stomach twisted. Their old hideout might have finally been discovered. Luckily, they weren’t there anymore. The others had already relocated to their new base deep in the woods—somewhere no one would ever find.
"Our trusted researchers have gone to see what really went wrong, and we’ll be waiting for further information regarding the earthquake—whether it’s ongoing or just a minor casualty," the reporter continued. People around the hospital began panicking; they all knew what an earthquake could mean for their lives and properties.
Jake hissed and looked back into the ICU—only to see a bloodbath. His temperature dropped instantly.
"Not again, Adrian..."
By now, Adrian was standing—or barely standing, his energy drained. The sack bled profusely earlier but was now somewhat reduced thanks to the stitching. Still, the sight was gruesome.
"No... I need to get in there! God, why can’t he control himself?" Jake kept pounding the glass. But just as he was about to try forcing his way in, his eyes caught a familiar figure in the hospital crowd. He froze.
That tattoo.
The Ravens, their mafia, all had distinct marks. But so did their rivals. This one belonged to the Black Bloods—the low-tier mafia they had battled hours ago, the same ones who had nearly killed them all. They were poor, wretched, and the lowest in terms of mafia hierarchy, but recently, the Black Bloods had obtained weapons far beyond their means. Advanced gear—clearly worth millions. Someone was sponsoring them.
And if one of them was here, that meant they already knew Adrian was in the hospital.
"The traitor snitched again..." Jake’s thoughts raced. It couldn’t have been Daniel; locked away, tortured, and beaten, he had no means to leak information. That meant someone else in their circle was feeding intel to the enemy. And if they had moved into their new hideout with a traitor among them... then disaster was only a matter of time.
For once, Jake realized Daniel was innocent—except for the matter of Gianna. That, he could never forgive him for. Nor could Adrian, for abandoning her.
Lost in thought, Jake nearly missed the ICU door finally sliding open. He looked inside. Empty. No one walked out.
Jake’s eyes widened. "He didn’t kill them all... right?"
"Boss, what happened? What did you do?" Jake demanded as Adrian emerged, holding the pliers and dagger he always carried at his side. "Those were high-ranking doctors with families in the state! Do you realize what the government will do if they hear all those specialists were killed mysteriously?" Jake scolded, his voice thick with disbelief.
Adrian’s eyes darkened. "Jake, I’m in a bad mood already. You don’t want to meet hell so soon, I assume." His threat made Jake gulp.
There was no saving this man. Adrian was truly a lost cause. Ricardo had destroyed his son’s life—and any scrap of humanity—forever.
Coming from a fellow mafia member, it was wild. But Jake had never killed like Adrian. He didn’t get joy from butchering people like animals. The way Adrian dismembered bodies—piece by piece—was sickening, more disturbing than anything Jake could stomach.
Adrian ignored Jake’s gaze and walked to the table where his clothes were laid out, dressing bit by bit.
"That man over there thought he was helping my life," Adrian muttered, recalling one doctor’s words. "He said a man is nothing without a child. That he was worried for my sake." Adrian laughed coldly at the absurdity.
"Sorry for me? Is that a joke?" He laughed again, though a glint of pain flickered in his eyes—one Jake noticed.
For all his madness, Adrian was desperate. Desperate for love, desperate for something real. Maybe that’s why he clung so unnaturally to Daniel, trying harder than ever before to make someone fall for him. Maybe, just maybe, there was a tiny spark of hope left inside him.
"I hate that word—apology. Sorry. It’s poison to me. No one dares utter it. It irritates my soul." He pulled on the last of his clothes, adjusting his jacket.
He didn’t care about being childless. In fact, Daniel had done him a favor. Adrian had never planned on fathering children—not after his own childhood. Not after his mother abandoned him. No one hated kids and marriages more than him.
Jake coughed suddenly, snapping Adrian’s attention. "Boss, I saw something today. Someone from Black Blood. It appears we’re being followed."
Adrian’s earlier malicious grin froze. His face turned deadly serious.
"They’re at it again," he muttered. Then, louder: "Find the person and take him into custody. It’s time we discovered the secret sponsor of their organization."