Chapter 20: Chapter 20

Adrian

After our splendid honeymoon at Bora-Bora we are back to New York on the tenth day. Chris is very happy though she falls tired too frequently because of her advancing pregnancy. We step out of the chopper and walk through the uninhabited private area of the airport to our car when I suddenly hear gun fires. I study my eyes around the deserted habitat and conclude on zero indications about a possible attack. This is obviously a planned mastery.

I bring my revolver out of my pant pocket pushing my wife behind me.

Chris was obviously unaware of the situation being deaf. She looks at me confused as I hurry her to the car. Cupping her cheeks in my arms I tell her tenderly. "There is an attack. Walk behind me but closer. Okay love?" Her innocent eyes go terrorized in complete consternation as she registers my speech.

I had no time to console her. Fear was a very small word in English dictionary to describe the present state of my mind. I need to protect my family by any means. Holding my wife's trembling hand in mine, I aim the gun ahead and walk forward. My security immediately goes to action surrounding us.

"Don't cry love. By any means whether I live or not you will reach home safe." I tell her in a promise meeting her eyes for her to read my lips. My hands move up to her red cheeks and pat them softly before wiping away the welling tears in her eyes. A bullet pierces my upper arm and within seconds my arm was bleeding to a river.

Chris notices it and loses her composure. Agitation is harmful in pregnancy and Chris was already in her advanced stage. Even a slightest disturbance can be very risky at this level and I cannot afford to take chances. I usher my wife to our car. As she was unable to walk faster, I lift her in my arms. My hand was aching like a bitch with a bullet inside but my primary concern was my family, my wife and my unborn child.

I did not have any lethal enemies in business who could go to an extent to kill me. My suspicion was only on one person. While I analyze the situation in hand carrying my wife to the car, it was too late. Another bullet hits my leg. I couldn't take to balance myself with my pregnant wife in my arms. Using my last ounce of willpower to hold Chris from dropping her to the floor I carefully place her feet to the ground and drop to the floor. "Chris don't stop. Keep walking to the car as fast as you can." I instruct her with sternness. I order my chief security along with two other security men to follow her.

"Adrian" she enounces my name with no sound almost reaching me but I stop her on her tracks. "Chris whatever happens to me you will not stop, you will not turn back. You will go home. You are promising me today of that." I declare bringing my voice stone cold and sharp. Within a few seconds there was a rain of bullets from both sides. Bleeding bodies stained the private aerodrome.

Taking my phone from my pant pocket I type my parting words to my wife. "I will come back to you. Believe me, have faith in God and if I don't reach my father telling him about the incident. He will protect you and our child. Bring up our child with lots of love and good care. Tell him that his daddy loved him so much but unfortunately couldn't survive to welcome his arrival. Marry a good man of your choice and stay happy with our child."

My vision goes blurry and my hand starts to tremble with pain to hold the phone as I make my final call. "Nate, take Chris home. Come what may do not stop anywhere and drive in speed. If I do not come back in another twenty four hours then consider me dead and take my wife to my parent's home." I instruct the driver. The car pulls from the curb and my ears register another earth shattering noise. This time it was my head that was targeted. The two security guards I was holding with me are already dead bleeding on the ground in thin streams.

A white Mercedes Benz stops in front of me and Amaira elegantly steps out of the car in her gray business suit. "How did you like my gift Adrian Martin?" I try to reach her with my extended hand holding my head that was bleeding me to death. "Psst.. I pity you Adrian Martin. What did you think that I will keep my hands folded and watch you destroy me?" She looks beside to the man in black suits who steps out of the car from the other side.

"Denovan end him." She points to me but the man was smarter than Amaira, he aimed the gun at her. "Amaira I am sorry sweetheart but this is business. Adrian Martin is a million times richer than you. If I kill him I get twenty million from you and the next moment his security will punch bullets in my head. Thus I made a revolutionary decision. I will kill you instead of him so that I not only survive but earn ten times more from him than what I would earn from you."

Denovan pulls the trigger and hit Amaira on her leg. She slumps lower unable to withstand the sudden pain holding her leg. "You son of a bitch how could you do this to me?" She yells and pulls out the gun from the pocket of her pants but the smart ass was quicker than her. Before she could aim the gun at him the pistol fires in his hands and the revolver falls out of her hold causing her hand to bleed and a couple of shots go aimed at her chest.

She looks around disoriented, her white top camouflaged inside the suit jacket turns red and her eyes finally land at me after another bullet enters into her body. Realization hits her before her eyes go weak almost closing off. "Denovan please, you know I am not going to survive after so many bullets inside my heart. Give me my last few minutes with Adrian." Her voice goes weak almost inaudible. "Consider this as the last wish of a dying woman. Please..." She requests and that was the first time that I saw Amaira Witmore feeble in her tone. "I spare you with your last wish." Denovan agrees ironically and leaves us with privacy.

I make use of the opportunity and manage to aim my revolver at her. This witch can never be believed. Pushing both her hands forward and waving them she drags herself to me wailing like a helpless woman. "Adrian please don't kill me. I have important information that you need to know before I die."

"You bloody bitch, what new plot are you planning against me?" She knots the fingers of both her hands together and drags her body closer to me. "Adrian I request you, for the sake of old times that we had. I only have a couple of minutes left with me." Her hair was a mess. I have never seen Amaira so dishevelled. She was a graceful woman always dressed in class irrespective of her filthy mentality.

"What is it?" I growl clearly showing my indignation. "We have a child together, a son eight months old." Blood drained out of my face. What is this new stunt that she is pulling? "On the night of us together seventeen months ago, I conceived a baby. I did not realize about my pregnancy straight away as I had the problem of irregular periods. By the time I noted about my conception it was too late. I couldn't abort the child."

"You whore..." I slapped her. "I do not believe you. I do not know how many men you have slept and I am not going to accept your little bastard as mine."

"Please don't call him that." She cries in ache holding her hand to her chest as though it would reduce her pain. "A dying woman will not speak lies Adrian, especially a mother for her child." She whispers with her eyes almost closing off. "You can get a paternity test done if you don't believe me but please take care of Liam."

She takes my hand in her small bloodied hands that were now cold like ice. "Liam wouldn't sustain in my parents place for long. I don't want our child to die of hunger and thirst Adrian." She ended to thick yowls. "My father is an alcoholic and my mother is a drug addict. Please look after our son." She takes a long staggered breath and her hands loosen their hold with her eyes still open to me in plead.

I close of her lids and knew I was not going to live as I register another convulsion of pain hitting my head. Closing my eyes tight as if it would stop the agony my body suffers I try to pull my phone from my pant pocket to dial an emergency.

How could I save my son when I am already a dying man?

Will Christina accept and raise my child if at all I survive till I tell her the truth?

Those were the last words registered in my brain.