A Billionaire In Disguise

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Keeping his fingers tightly around the blade, Rome was striving his best to stop it from going further

into his side.

Although the cut he got in his palm was bleeding badly, and it was painful to keep holding onto the bare

knife, he put all his efforts into stopping the blade from pushing into his skin.

"How long do you think you can keep this up, fool! A minute or maybe a couple of seconds?" Rookie

coldly uttered, struggling to break his blade free from Rome's grip.

Knowing that Rookie was right and that he was running out of energy, Rome became desperate and

slammed his head into Rookie's forehead, causing the back of Rookie's head to bang into the wall.

Both men were in agonizing pain, but Rookie was affected more, and the moment his grip slightly

released from the knife, Rome snatched it out of his hand.

Then he hastily looked into K's worried eyes and threw the knife at him.

The instant it hit the ground, K picked it up and frowned as he stared at his boss' bloodstain on the

blade.

Then he put the knife in the back of his pants before rushing in anger to one of Rookie's men that tried

to get off the floor and stepped his back, forcefully hitting him to the tiles.

"Boss, you need medical attention." Scar said, realizing that the blood dripping from the cut in Rome's

palm had not stopped.

Without looking back at Scar, Rome sniffed and said, "I know." Then he tightened the hand that was

okay into a fist, landed a punch into Rookie's bruised jaw, causing his head to banged back into the

wall.

"Does it feel good bullying someone weaker than you and taking advantage of them! Does it make you

feel powerful! Does that make you think you are a mighty being!" Rome shouted in a fit of rage.

Seeing his boss get another hit to the face, one of Rookie's men hastily stood to his feet and tried to

rush towards Rome, but Scar put his foot before him, and he tripped, falling face flat to the ground.

"How do you feel now, taking on someone your size!" Rome coldly uttered, striking another punch that

sent Rookie's head slamming against the wall again.

"Stop, please!" Rookie begged, unable to open his eyes.

At that moment, a memory crossed Rome's mind, and he could hear Mr. Ford tells his six years old

self, "Giving your opponent a second chance is a weak choice. When you start the job, you finish it!

That's the right way to do it!"

As those words rang in Rome's head, he raised his fist. But at that exact moment, he experienced

another flash of memory and heard Mr. Miller says, "Whenever you want to do something regretful,

take in three deep breaths and then exhale slowly."

Subconsciously, Rome drew the first breath and then slowly exhaled with his gaze focused on Rookie's

bloodstained nose.

Then he dropped his fist to his side and said, "K, call the ambulance."

"Yes, boss!" K said, hastily pulling his phone from his trouser pocket.

Letting go of Rookie, Rome watched him drop to the ground and let out a harsh breath.

Then he turned around, stared at Natasha, and yanked the hoodie off his head.

Immediately her jaw dropped, and she paused for a moment before muttering, "Ro...me, Rome Ford!"

"The one and only," Rome said, trying to ignore the pain tearing through his entire body.

Frowning at the blood dripping from Rome's wound, Scar ripped his shirt, walked over to him, and said,

"Boss, your hand."

Without uttering a word, Rome gave his hand to Scar, and he wrapped the cloth around Rome's palm,

tying it tightly.

"The ambulance will be here in fifteen minutes," K said, staring at Rome.

But his gaze remained fixed on Natasha, and he straightforwardly asked, "What happened between

you and James Earl?"

When she hesitated, he frowned and casually uttered, "Come on, that's the least you could do for a

man that almost died fighting your battle."

A couple of minutes passed, and she didn't respond. But Rome could see it in her eyes that she

wanted to talk, yet, he uttered no other words.

After a few more minutes had gone by, a group of EMTs and paramedics rushed into the room with Joe

following closely behind them.

When he saw Rome, he froze and mumbled, "I messed up! Oh, this is not good, not good at all!"

"Mr. Ford, can you walk?" An EMT asked with a look of concern in her eyes.

Swaying his gaze off Natasha, Rome stared at the lady and said, "Yes. The cut on my side isn't that

deep, so, yes, I can walk." NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

"Okay. We will escort you to the ambulance now and do a full examination of your injuries. Is that okay

with you?"

"Yes, it is. But actually, the ambulance are for these guys and not me. I just need you to patch me up,

and I will be on my way."

It fell silent as the EMTs and paramedics finally noticed the unconscious and heavily bruised-up men on

the ground, and a look of raw shock clouded their expressions.

"Scar," Rome called out.

Without any hesitation, Scar rushed over to him and said, "Yes, boss."

"Make sure after the hospital, the next place these fools go in is prison. Got it?" Rome coldly said with a

straight face.

"Yes, boss."

"Good."

Without uttering a word, Rome gazed at Natasha. Then he looked at Joe and said, "I'm going to settle

all the workers here and shut down this place. Tonight is the last night that 'XS Nightclub' will be

operational."

"What!" Joe abruptly shouted with fear glowing in his eyes.

When he realized that Rome wasn't kidding, he held his breath and worriedly thought, 'My boss is

going to kill me first before coming after you.'

Seeing that Rome was leaving the room with K and Scar, Natasha clutched her fist as she hesitated.

Then she hurried after them and followed closely behind Rome, feeling more safe in his shadow.

A few minutes later, as the paramedics attend to the deep wound in Rome's palm and the cut on his

side, Natasha waited outside with Scar, feeling more nervous by each passing second.

Finally, they got done with sewing and bandaging up Rome's wounds, and luckily for him, the loss of

blood that he experienced wasn't that severe for him to need a blood transfusion. So he was

discharged from the ambulance and cleared to go home.

After Rome got out of the ambulance with K, he saw Natasha standing a few feet away from where he

stood. But he said nothing and walked away.

"Can we talk!" Natasha shouted after him.

Stopping in his tracks, Rome slightly smirked, and then he turned around to face her with a straight

face.

With her gaze fixed on his, Natasha walked over to Rome, took a deep breath, and said, "James Earl

drugged me and assaulted me in the worst ways that I wish your mind could not imagine. Then he paid

me a huge sum of money for my silence because he did it without my consent."

With tears shining in her eyes, she sadly smiled and said, "I guess that's what I get for saying 'no,' and

standing by my word."

"You didn't cause this, James did, and he's going to get what he deserves. I can assure you that."

Rome said as his face hardened.

"Can you take him down?"

"Now that I know how messed up Earl is, he's going down one way or another!"

For the first time since Rome met Natasha, she finally smiled a happy smile, and the brokenness that

he saw in her eyes from the moment he met her faded as her face lit up.

"Thank you for believing me," Natasha mumbled as tears rolled down her face. "With the kind of job

that I do, not everyone would believe that I said 'no' to James Earl or even believe that he did

something like that to me."

Nodding slightly, Rome gave her a quick smile. Then he gazed at Scar and commended, "Don't take

her home. Find somewhere safe for her to stay and get her out of the country tomorrow."

Frowning, Rome gazed back at Natasha and thought, 'Earl took a lot of effort burying his dirty deeds,

and now that this mess has occurred, I'm sure that it's only a matter of time before he finds out that you

talked to me and comes to clean up any loose ends.'

Afterward, he walked away, leaving Natasha in Scar care and heading to the car with K.

When Rome got into the backseat of the vehicle, Mr. Orlando took one look at K's bruised face, and his

question about why an ambulance was at the club instantly got answered.

Then he stared back at Rome, and his jaw dropped, gazing solely at the bandage on Rome's hand.

"Oh man... Catherine's going to be pissed," Rome mumbled, resting back against the seat as he

squeezed his eyelids shut.

"I'm sure Miss will understand. After all, you are doing all this for her and to keep her safe." K mumbled,

trying to comfort his boss.