Master of Lust-Chapter 145: Can Rick save Emily? [1]

Chapter - 145

The tip of the boot hit Olivia right under the eye, and she was catapulted, fingers releasing her desperate grip on the man's ankle. A jolt of pain surged through her cheek, rising upwards till her head throbbed. With blurry eyes, she reached a hand for the man who had already entered the ICU, and all she could manage was a soft, 'No' before she succumbed to the darkness.

"Phew... She is a cougar alright. Won't even share me with her daughter," The man looked behind as smirked as he watched Olivia fall unconscious.

But just then, steady footsteps grew louder and louder as Rick ran through the narrow corridor and pulled open the door to the waiting room. He was first met with the limp body of his father right in front of the door.

A nasty gash pulsed on his forehead, above his eyebrow, but he was still breathing. There was also a nurse a little to his left, and she tried lifting herself up with her forearms, mumbling something groggily before again collapsing.

Rick noticed Olivia on the floor near the ICU and crouched at her side. A purple bruise had formed on her right cheek and was starting to swell. There was also a cut on her cheek and a little blood was oozing out of the cut and her torn lip.

Rick's hand gently moved towards Olivia's face and he caressed her lip and wiped the bloods off her lip with a frown. He then put his thumb in his mouth, tasting her blood like a crazed, obsessive lover.

Rick stood up and looked around the room one more time. They all will survive, whoever did it, did not want them dead, or at least he was in a hurry not to.So they were not here for them, but... And Rick's eyes trailed towards Emily in the room.

And there he was, the man Rick knew was there to kill Emily. Leaving behind Olivia and his father behind, Rick walked forward.

Rick pushed open the door to the ICU and leaned against the door jamb, his foot preventing the door from closing. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and just stared at the assortment of instruments the man had spread on a cloth on the bedside stand. Scalpel, clamps, needles, forceps, and much more.

Meanwhile, the man raised his hands to the light and filled a syringe with some liquid from a vial.

The man, hearing the creak of the door, turned to face the unexpected intrusion. "Ah, seems like we have got one more guest to join the party," he sneered, a twisted smile playing on his lips.

Rick gestured to the vial in the man's hands and said, "What you got there, old man? Looks fancy."

The man laughed, a chilling sound that echoed through the silent room. "None of your business, boy. Now, don't disturb me.

"If you know what is good for you, you will stay silent in that corner till it is your turn."

Rick took a step forward and kicked the door closed. "Why? Can't work with distractions? Am I that tempting?"

"Didn't know even assassins swung that way. You have opened my eyes."

The man put down the syringe and the vial and pushed his hands into the coat's pockets. "No. I don't. But luckily for me, I am good at my job. That is sending big mouths like you to meet your maker."

Rick scoffed. "Too bad this distraction—" he gestured to himself with a hand "—is pretty stubborn. And read that as pretty and stubborn."

The man rolled his eyes. "Last warning, kid. Step aside, and I promise I will make it painless. Interfere, and you will be begging for me to kill you by the time I am done."

A notorious grin spread across Rick's face. "I would love to see you try."

The man's eyes flickered with annoyance. "You are so fucking naive. This matter doesn't concern you, anyway. Look, I am telling you it's best you go unnoticed by whoever hired me, or else it will be your death."

Rick, smirking, shot back, "For someone who is supposed to be so dangerous, you sure do talk a lot, Doctor. Is this your M.O.?"

The air crackled with tension as Rick and the disguised doctor faced off in the ICU. In two wide strides, Rick lunged for the man just as he raised his arm, his fingers gripping onto a scalpel. Rick caught his wrist as it came slashing down on him and bent it.

The man let out a choke and another grunt when Rick jammed his fist into his face. Rick clamped down on the man's wrist and wrenched the scalpel from his hand, the metal object clattering on the tiled floor.

The man stumbled back, holding on to his eye, and this time, when Rick pulled his fist back to land another punch, the man grabbed onto Rick's neck with both hands and yanked him down, his knee slamming into Rick's nose.

Rick heard a sharp crack as pain blossomed from the top of his nose and spread to the corner of his eyes and forehead. He grunted and rained down punches to the man's gut till he let go of him. The moment the man's hands left him, he retreated and went for the waiting chair beside the ICU room door. With both hands, he picked it up and hurled it at him.

The man sidestepped the chair effortlessly, massaging his wrist. "Is that the best you can do?" he taunted, a sly grin playing on his lips.

Blood gushed out from Rick's nose, dripping down his lips and chin. The sharp pain made him a bit light-headed, but the fuzziness cleared up when he saw the man heading towards him with the scalpel once more in his hand. The man swung his arm, aiming for Rick's throat, and Rick barely managed to step back, the sharp end of the scalpel creating a thin slice on his cheek.

The man continued his assault, swinging his arm faster and faster, and Rick backed up, narrowly missing it each time. Rick found a window when the man faltered for a millisecond, and he kicked the man straight in the chest.

Growling, the man staggered back, finding his balance. "You think you can protect her?" the man sneered as Rick tried to find weapons in the sparsely stocked ward. "Your attempts are useless, boy. Accept defeat, and I will show you mercy"

Rick's eyes snagged on an empty IV stand in the corner. "There isn't much weight to your claims as well? Too much for being good at killing, man. I am still alive, and I am still standing." He moved slightly to the left, inching for the stand as the man continued to blabber.

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The man's eyes glinted with amusement. "Your mouth is amusing. I must say I am impressed. Too bad I have to kill you."

The man rushed towards Rick with the scalpel raised high just as Rick grabbed the IV stand and swung it right at the man's face. The end hit the man's cheek, and he lost his balance, falling sideways to the floor. Rick swung it once more.

This time, it hit the man's back as he tried to crawl away. Once more, Rick raised the stand above his head and brought it down on the man, only for the man to grab onto the other end and pull.

Rick stumbled forward and tripped on the smooth surface, landing face-first on the hard ground. But he was quick to break the fall with his hands.

The man might not show it on his face, but he was starting to lose his cool from the inside. The boy looked like an ordinary, no threat ant, but the boy had managed to avoid every strike of his, although barely, but he did avoid him.

The man pushed Rick to his back and straddled him, his hands going straight for Rick's throat. Rick struggled against the man's hold, throwing punches into the air as the man leaned back, avoiding all of them.

"You're nothing but a delusional child who thinks he can win against everything," the man snarled. The collar of his white coat was stained with droplets of red as blood dripped from the various scratches on his cheek from when the end of the IV stand pierced through his skin. "Should've stayed down when I told you to."

Gasping for air, Rick struggled to rise. His hands tried prying the man's hands away, but the man held on with fervour. Rick's eyes darted this way and that, the heels of his shoes slipping against the smooth tiles. Just then, from the corner of his eyes he felt a metallic reflection in his eyes.

The scalpel was just inches away. If only Rick could get to it. He stretched his arm for it just as the man pressed down even harder, ridding Rick of his last breath. The tips of his fingers touched the cold edge, and Rick slid the scalpel further into his grip. Rick aimed to stab the man's neck, but the man dodged. He was able to get the man's arm, at least.

"Fuck you bastard," The man caught off guard, yelled out a curse and wobbled off of Rick, clutching at his arm.

Rick coughed and sputtered and stood up, seeing whites in his vision. He swayed when he got to his feet and watched as the man's face contorted while yanking out the scalpel lodged in his flesh.

Rick blinked hard, chasing away the dizziness, and forced himself to focus.

The man, with an air of superiority, spat, "Surrender, and I promise I'll make your end painless."

"Blah... Blah... Blah... Thanks, but no thanks, old man. I won't show you the same courtesy," Rick growled, forcing every bit of energy left in him to lunge at the man. Rick landed a blow right at the man's gut.

The man doubled down due to the sudden force and gasped for air. Rick grabbed the extra IV tubes from the bedside stand and curled them around the man's throat, tugging as hard as he could till the man struggled for each breath.

The man's arms flailed, alternating between grasping at nothing and clawing at Rick's thighs. In a sudden motion, his hand reached for the IV bag hanging from the stand and tore the plastic. The saline liquid arced through the air, and Rick was momentarily blinded by the burning sensation.

The man, gasping for breath, seized the opportunity and staggered away to create distance. Rick squeezed his eyes shut and pressed the heels of his palms over his eyelids. His eyeballs felt like they were on fire. The burn got worse the more he rubbed his wounds. Rick had to pry his hands away and slowly blinked open his eyes to see a blurry figure limping towards Emily.

Rick reached out for the man, his eyes seeing double as he stumbled forward, but the man had already plunged the syringe into Emily's vein.

"Don't!"

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