Master of Lust

Chapter 146: Can Rick save Emily? [2]

Chapter - 146

"Aghh!" Rick's anguished cry echoed in the room, reverberating with the intensity of pain coursing through his body.

Gasping for breath, Rick summoned the last remnants of his strength. With a determined effort, he launched himself toward the assailant, his vision blurred and senses dulled by the agony.

In his blind pursuit, Rick's chin collided with the intruder's shoulder, intensifying the pain that already wracked his body. However, driven by a surge of adrenaline, he succeeded in throwing the man away from Emily. The man staggered backward, desperately trying to regain his balance after the unexpected shove.

Rick, on the other hand, leaned on the bed frame to maintain his balance and forced his burning eyes to stay open on the man on the floor. The metallic tang of blood lingered in his mouth. He must have bitten his tongue when he banged his chin.

Rick stood between the man and Emily's body on the bed, spitting out the blood pooling in his mouth. He turned to Emily and noticed the way her skin had started to darken where the syringe was plunged in.

The man, clutching his wounded arm, shot Rick a malevolent glare as he stumbled to his feet. "You just don't know when to quit, do you?" he sneered, the corners of his mouth twitching with pain.

Rick, wiping blood from his broken nose and mouth, managed a wry smile coupled with bloody teeth. "Persistence is a virtue, they say. But you probably don't know much about virtues."

The man's eyes narrowed, and with a sudden burst of aggression, he lunged at Rick, a pair of forceps in his uninjured arm. Adrenaline surged through Rick, and he blocked the man with his entire body, shoving him back.

"You're a stubborn one, I'll give you that," the man grunted, his movements calculated despite the pain. He feigned a punch to Rick's face, attempting to catch Rick off guard.

Rick, however, was quick to parry the attack, and landed a blow to the man's gut, and when the man doubled down, he elbowed his back. "I've been through worse than an inexperienced hitman with a scalpel." Rick retorted.

The man chuckled, a sinister sound that reverberated in the silent ICU. "Worse, you say? You still haven't seen me at my worst."

Rick, seeing the man's bloody state and bruised face almost burst into laughter. But the man's aggressive fists, swung, aiming straight for Rick's broken nose, and Rick jumped back, narrowly dodging it. The man didn't deter and continued his assault. He swung his fist again, and went for Rick's throat, Rick shifted his head to the side as the man's knuckles met air.

Rick's mind raced, searching for a window to make his move.

The man, sensing Rick's retreat, pressed forward with renewed aggression. "Give up, boy. Don't make it harder than it needs to be."

Rick, ducking under a menacing swing, shot back, "Why? Tired already, boomer?"

Rick found a window between when the man raised his fist and dropped his guard. He took his chance and hefted his fist, but the man just blocked his parry, linking his arm through Rick's and landing blow after blow on his side.

And don't mess with people who have money."

"Keep your advice to yourself, old man." Rick jammed the needle into the man's skin, not quite breaking it but putting enough pressure for fear to finally flash in the man's dark eyes.

"Those who can hire me, can hire dozens like me," The man's eyes almost crossed as he attempted to glance at Rick's thumb pressing down on the plunger, "I am not the last."

"Hired by whom? Roy Kent?"

The man's eyes shot up to meet Rick's. "When you have the answers, why do you bother asking?"

"I wasn't asking, dumbass," Rick pressed down his knees onto the man's biceps till he cried out in pain as he smirked, "What if I just kill that bloke? Then who will come?"

The man glared, his disdain evident. "You think it's a walk in the park to off the Mayor's only son? You're out of your mind," he sneered, his breath heavy.

"Easy? Maybe, Maybe not. Well, you would have heard the news. But it is too late for you. Your lifeline ends here," Rick grinned, his smirk packing enough menace to send shivers down the man's spine.

"You are of no use to me." Rick stabbed the man's neck, pressing down so hard that even the blunt edge of the syringe managed to break through the man's skin.

Then, he pulled back his hand back, syringe still in his grip yanking out the man's flesh. He did it again. And again. And again. Repeating the process till the white coat the man had on him could never be white again.

The man screamed and struggled and cried, but those fear-stricekn screams just propelled Rick to carry on. When finally the needle broke, but the man still had the energy to cry, Rick just tossed the syringe and leaned back to get the forceps.

He continued stabbing the man. On his neck. On his chest. On his stomach. On his thighs. His knuckles turned white, grabbing onto the forceps with all his might lest they slip.

Blood splattered across Rick's face, and soon the blood dripping off his chin wasn't just his own.

When finally the man's struggles ceased to have power, Rick jammed the forceps into the man's eye, and only then did the man turn completely still, his flailing hands turned limp beside his head. Rick left the forceps in the socket, and vaguely brushed his palms over his jeans, cleaning away the blood.

He rolled off the man's stiff body and onto his back. Closing his eyes, he stretched out his arms and legs. He needed a second.

"Fuck! It is so hard to get used to,"

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