Maria's POV
It felt like a dream and I really wanted to scream. Their mourning was my joy. I couldn't believe the high and mighty Jordan, Demi-god with powers to use his gun at will. Laid helpless on the ground like washed off dirt. One I wanted to spit on. "Doc…...do something", "Don't let this Mafia dynasty lose its Prince" I requested, sounding like I meant well. As more fake tears ran down my cheeks. Bianca joined in the request and rivers flowed down her eyes.
Aunt Lucille however, looked at me with eyes which questioned, 'Why do you cry more than the bereaved?'. I didn't pay much attention to her, all I fixed my gaze on was the dead carcass. I knew after a year and half, my parents rotting corpse wouldn't continue turning and tossing in the grave. Their culprit had faced his waterloo.
Bianca was definitely out of her mind, shaking me violently to revive her brother from the dead. Despite that, she soaked the shoulder of my dress with her endless tears. I couldn't mind since it was shed for Jordan. "I'm going to kill you!" Bianca said aloud. "All of you!" she added making her way towards the group of men. Who sweat profusely with tensed looks in their faces. I couldn't pity either of them, most especially Diego who tirelessly carried out outrageous orders given by Jordan on me.
It was a pity he had to die by the hands of the devils he served. She picked up Jordan's rifle. A custom made rifle which had an J inscription written on it. "Lady Bianca…...please, have mercy" they hallowed with Diego's voice being predominant. Hulk men, well builded men of all sizes. In a twinkle of an eye, went on their knees, begging the 5'2ft woman, with brown curly hair and green eyes which pierced right into the souls to spare their lives.
But like her brother, she was ruthless. She began dispensing bullets from the barrel of the gun of the men on their knees. I screamed in shock, watching a quarter of the men fall to the ground. "Lady Bianca","Bianca….." Me and Mama Emilia called out to her. But she blocked her ears with rage.
"His fingers....I saw it move" Diego said, breathing heavily in fear. "If you're saying this so I'd spare you're joking" she replied about picking up the pace when Doc Jr halted her to a stop. "This is a miracle," he said in excitement. "What!" I exclaimed loudly in dismay. "I mean..... What a miracle" I intervened immediately, concealing my disappointment.
Doc Jr examined him once more and to our surprise. Jordan was still alive! How was that possible? "I knew it....you are a Rodriguez, a fighter. The Rodriguez never gives up!....even in the face of death" Doc Jr stated as I stood in utter shock and confusion. Shock that the beast was alive. Confused by why Doc Jr's face beamed with joy. With relief and e
He was taken into the house since it would be utterly strange that the young billionaire happened to have been shot severally, on the same day terrorists were ambushed by the cops. Not even though he was taken to City hospital, eyebrows would be raised. The surgery which was conducted at home to remove the bullets was successful. But Jordan went into Coma.
While I tucked Rodriquez in, ready to retire to my room after a dramatic day. I heard a familiar voice call my name. Undoubtedly it was Bianca. She alone called me Mira.
"Please Mira, can I have a word with you". By the way she spoke, it was as though she was scared. Which made me ask, "Is everything okay?, Is sire Jordan...", "Don't." she interjected me harshly. I kept mute immediately.
"Thing is, I need a favour…..of you. A simple Favour" she added biting her lips in a way that she wasn't sure of my reply. "What could a poor girl like me do for you Lady Bianca. You've got everything and…..", "But not a friend", "Not a sister", "Someone I could trust" she said, holding my hands. I got confused. What was she about to ask of me? That seemed so important to her.
"I do not know how to use the gun ma'am.", "I don't even know if I can ever understand." ,"I've never committed a crime before" I added naively. She unexpectedly busted out laughing as I stood in astonishment. "If it was someone else…... .trust me Mira, they'll have been dead meat for what you said" she responded, coming down from the horse of laughter.
"Now tell me.","Is taking care of my beloved brother a crime?" she said, staring at me. "What!" I exclaimed silently in shock. "Yes Mira, I want to take care of Jordan, till he gets out of coma" she added and I immediately disposed of the request with excuses. Staying five meters away from Jordan who was in coma could drive me to suffocating him with a pillow. And I knew I couldn't do it.
"See it this way... you're working to assist Jojo without no pay.", "But this time around, you'd work as Jordan's caretaker and get paid at the end of the day" she said. "Plus, with the money could help Jojo cater for your younger cousin" she kept giving me reasons to budge. Then it clicked in my head. I was a week away before Jojo returned. This was what I prayed for, the miracle I hoped for. A retention until the time I find solid evidence.
"What about Lord Rodriquez, who will cater for him?" I asked. "Lord Rodriquez still remains my father despite his condition. I'd be taking care of him until Jojo resumes" she answered, still leaching for my answer. Of course I didn't act like what she requested was in my face. I still pretended like it was an inconvenience. And the moment I said yes. It was like a cloud of sunshine shined on Bianca who was happy beyond comprehension.
So that night, while in my room. I discussed the earlier ordeal concerning Jordan and the new development of things with Fernandez who kept insisting it was a bad idea. Raising different cons to it. One of which was, Jordan might harm me and he might recognize me. But I assured him I'd be fine. The only reason I was willing to cater for Jordan was because of Bianca. Despite her brother ruining my life, it was the only simple Favour I could render before ruining theirs.
Another reason was because I didn't want Jordan to have such a cheap death. He needed to die slowly and painfully with no proper funeral conducted on his carcass. And of course, after wasting away in the state's penitentiary for years.
The three days I spent catering for him felt like 3 long years. I was enraged watching the life support machine read on. Knowing the bastard was still alive. And he would someday wake up. Astonished to discover the demon Mafia Prince looked like a peaceful child while asleep.
I wished he never woke up. That he sleeps forever. On the second day I decided to ease him of the burden. I was just an inch close to removing the oxygen mask.
Before I heard footsteps coming. Turned out it was Doc Jr. He never missed a single day to check up on Jordan. Not many people would care about the haughty Mafia Prince. But Doc Jr however went above the score board. I concluded he perhaps tried pleasing the family for a promotion in City's hospital.
All the while he slept, I seized the opportunity to search for the book which held the key. But it was like it vanished into thin air. Despite I ransacked the entire room, neither the case nor the key was to be found. I went as far as volunteering to help clean the room. But Mama Emilia responded saying, "Child..... Nothing concerns you in that room. Stick to your assigned job" she responded and walked away.
Ever since the accident, mama Emilia grew slightly cold towards me. I believe she as well as everyone else was tensed up due to Jordan's state.
On the third night of Jordan's coma. I unintentionally laid on the couch in his room. It was raining, breezy and cold. So the blanket of sleep covered me and I slept off in his room. The next morning I jerked up startled by the loud bang on the floor. It was like a mountain crashed helicopter. It was Jordan's 150 pound body. Flattened on the floor.
"Argh" he exclaimed feeling the excruciating pain from the bullet shot and the hard fall. "Sire Jordan, you should have woken me up" I said running to him to help him up but he pushed me away with so much force that I fell on my a*s. So much from someone who bullets were taken out of. Seeing he didn't need my help, I respected myself and I stood aside. After crunching his stomach and feeling the pain, he knew it was only wise to employ my help.
"Woken you up? to help hold my co*k while I pee or what?" he said, sounding pissed as I helped him up. I refused to reply, after all it shouldn't be any of my problem if he bleeds to death while snail walking to the bathroom or breaking his bones by falling. But because Bianca would blow my brains out. I assisted. Plus my mission was incomplete.
Then he said, "I know you're amongst those girls. Yearning to behold the Mafia Prince's dynamic co*k" he added pridefully as he sat back on the bed. "Girls like you could never get such a chance. Your eyes would be plucked out if you dare take a simple glimpse!" I couldn't believe how much he was so full of himself. And if I ever take a glimpse of this 'magnificent' co*k, I'd intersect it with a knife or sword.
"Don't glorify yourself Sire Jordan", "If I ever wanted to see your.... whatever, it would have been 72 hours ago, when you were defenseless. But I didn't". "I'd just get Lady Bianca or a guard to help you to the restroom" I said about taking my leave before he stopped me.
I began to wonder if the haughty Prince felt offended by my defense. But the reason he became a statue for thirty seconds was because he couldn't believe he was gone for three days. He immediately ordered I fetch Blanca and left his room. Not even showing any form of gratitude for helping him. But of course, he was Jordan. Who would never say thank you or sorry.
My job was done, at least I was free from the confines of Jordan. I went back to my room and had a proper sleep. Until a guard came disturbing my rest. Delivering the message, Bianca wanted to see me and was in Jordan's room. When I went there, she sat beside him, serving not so pleasing looks. "Lady Bianca…...is everything okay, you sent for me" I said putting up my usual naive ambiance.
By the look on Jordan's face. The news of his temporal inability to use both legs was broken down to him. The wheelchair already stood beside him like an undying lover. "Mira…...he still needs your help" she requested. "But ma'am...", "no buts Mira, I'd double the pay. The doctor said two months before he'd be able to move around" she said, trying to patronize me. "Get me a nurse Bianca from the hospital" Jordan rudely said, debunking Her request.
"Brother….. You know, no one is to know about your condition", "We could be sold out! Mira is best for the job" Bianca tried convincing the angered Prince. Trying to soften his heart with a hug. "I do not want to tend to yet another crippled" I responded furiously at Bianca heaved in shock.
I couldn't stand and watch them play me about. Abusing the fact I was paying for Jojo Father's supposed sins. I expected the worst from the two siblings. But to my surprise, it was just Jordan who got absolutely furious. Bianca however, walked up to me, held my hand and said, "You're the only person I could trust with this hotheaded man", "You took care of our father so well that I know you'd do the same with Jordan", "Please don't refuse me" she begged!
I was astonished. The drug baron begged and hugged me to that effect.
"Fine I'd do it", "Just for you", "cuz of you Bianca" I accepted. Bianca hugged me again. Thanking me for reconsidering. Jordan kept a straight face, gazing deeply at me with anger. We both hugged for some valuable seconds until I felt a clutch on my wrist. I disengaged from her abruptly and stared at my wrist which had a black sort of bangle.
"Bianca.....what's this?" I asked, staring at her. What was this new game?
She looked at me and began laughing hard. I waited, concealing my anger till she was done amusing herself. Then she said, "That my dear…. ... .is an explosive wrist band" she said walking towards the door. "I don't understand…...what is this for?" my anger was beginning to set in. "It means she doesn't trust you! Piece of shit to take care of her beloved brother!", "One wrong move and…...boom, you'd be redecorating my room, with your filthy blood" Jordan said smirking.
"Bianca please take it off," I begged, walking towards her. "Oh no no Mira…..don't be like that", "You're not alone in this" Bianca added getting me more confused. "Yes...…..cuz…... .MY AMAZING BIG BROTHER GOT THE EXPLOSIVE TOO!" she said and began laughing aloud.
I stood speechless staring at her. Jordan raised his hands and saw the ticking explosive too in his wrist. "Bianca, what kind of a joke is this?" Jordan said angrily. "Relax brother....i know how stubborn you can be and I know for a fact that Mira might not take care of you as much because you'd never let her," Bianca expressed.
"This is not funny Bianca, come take this off!" Jordan ordered angrily but Bianca began walking out of the room. "BIANCA PLEASE!" I and Jordan chorused together as I went behind her. "Don't do that Mira, if you're away from him or he's away from you for more than fifteen seconds, then BOOM, you both die" she said finally walking away. I ran out of the room to her. But the explosive already began ticking fast.
"Bianca I lied…..I can't do this" I said, straining my voice from a distance. "You can.....You both should coexist!" she responded. The explosive band ticked faster.
"Tick, tick, tick and BOOM" she said sarcastically. "Not a clock…..but a boom Mira" she added as her voice faded in the distance.