(BL) Mafia Love; He who falls the hardest loses-Chapter 145: Saving?
When he stepped out of the door, his father’s eyes widened as he pushed his body away from the wall he leaned on. He glanced at Haruki before looking down at Hiroshi’s leg where the injury was. When he looked at Hiroshi and parted his lips, his son shook his head and waved.
Hiroshi took a step forward with a wince. Seeing his son in so much pain yet taking the effort to walk pissed him off. "Why are you walking?!" he asked, unable to hold back, and rushed towards Hiroshi, supporting him on the other side.
Haruki wondered why his father had reacted that way if Hiroshi’s legs only began to hurt when he knelt down but he did not stop the father who wanted to support his son.
"You are not supposed to be walking at all," Hiroshi said. Feeling energised now that Haruki had let his son out of the room, he glared at Ren.
He had a feeling Hiroshi had not told Haruki about the gunshot wound and to him, it was just stupid especially when Hiroshi was still in pain from the barely healed injury.
Now Haruki was truly puzzled as he turned to look at Hiroshi with a questioning gaze.
"I am fine, Father," Hiroshi said firmly as he met his father’s gaze. He could guess what his father was thinking with what he said but he didn’t want any fuss until he was out of the basement.
Ren watching the drama could guess what was happening. He wondered why Hiroshi had not told Haruki about the injury and why he was preventing his father from speaking about it. With his eyes narrowed, he followed them to the elevator.
With his teeth clenched, Hiroshi endured the pain until they got to Haruki’s room and Haruki helped him to the bed.
When he pulled the covers over the man, whose forehead was covered with cold sweat, Haruki pressed his lips together, glancing from Hiroshi’s worried father, who had followed them in, to Hiroshi, then to Ren, who was standing at the door.
His gaze turned cold as he looked down at Hiroshi’s leg where his father’s worried gaze remained. "I was told you only starved him," Haruki’s voice came cold. Compared to all the other torture means they had in this family, starvation was the easiest, the minimum they could do.
Starvation in itself for over a week was enough punishment to make him want to kill Ren since the man was innocent and treated as a scapegoat, however, if they had done beyond that, it would have made Haruki unable to forgive Ren or give Ren the minimum punishment for what he had done.
If it were someone else, Ren would have compensated him financially and sent him off or gone to the extreme end to silence the person completely but this was Hiroshi, a man he shared his bed with for more than half a year, so Ren shouldn’t.
"Did you hurt him?" Haruki directed the question at Ren since Hiroshi didn’t want to talk about it and his father hesitated because of him. "Did you?" Haruki calmly met Ren’s gaze his eyes icy as he took in Ren’s subtle reaction to his words.
"He was shot when he resisted coming with us," Ren swallowed calmly before bowing and responding.
"Who did?" Haruki asked. He could guess what his mentor was thinking. This was not new when it involved others. This was how Ren dealt with things. He was his teacher, he was always miles ahead when it came to his cold-heartedness.
Ren belonged to the underworld, he had been in the underworld from the moment he was born and might live in it until he died. Despite his actions, Haruki’s thought at that moment was on all he would have to deal with if he killed Ren.
He was meant for the business world and no one handled the affairs of the underworld as perfectly as Ren did. He pressed his lips together all these thoughts flowing speedily in just a few seconds.
How should he kill Ren? He couldn’t kill the man for doing his work the way he was trained to. He could not justify punishing Ren. It would only bring attention to Hiroshi from every boss in the underworld if his mentor and second in command died because of him.
He sighed and looked away as he calmly turned to Hiroshi. The man was hurt and needed immediate care. Getting treated outside the basement would have made healing very easy for Hiroshi. Aside from that, Hiroshi’s body was forced to heal without any nutrition.
"I think you should go to the hospital," Haruki blurted. Noticing Hiroshi’s shocked gaze, he realised he had said something wrong. A gunshot wound at the hospital will most definitely be documented.
Even in his hospital, he would have to get by selected doctors all of whom were either in his house at the moment or could easily be brought over. Above all that, he had a fully equipped surgical theatre in his home as well as many other hospital equipment.
He turned to Hiroshi’s father and said, "You should get him treated immediately, is it okay to do it here, or should we go somewhere appropriate?"
"I think, it is okay here," Hiroshi’s father replied bowing his head.
Seeing his had salvaged the mistake he made earlier, Haruki turned to Ren and ordered coldly, "Get the chef to prepare an appropriate meal for him."
Hiroshi felt happy, he was in pain but seeing Haruki fussing about his well-being made his heart jump in joy. It made Haruki look even more beautiful than he could ever remember.
He missed the man so much. He put up with his father checking on the wound again even after he had just done that before Haruki had arrived in the basement. He was almost certain that with the right meal and treatment, he should be up and about in a few days.
He ate what was served. It was miso soup warm, tasty with tender chicken, fish and vegetables. It was as if the chef was trying to fill him up with all the nutrients he must have missed with just a bowl of soup.
His stomach that reacted harshly to the cold milk quickly calmed down and he was able to lie down once again on the bed but this time, he could not force his eyes to remain open, he could not keep his eyes fixed on the beautiful human who tended to him diligently.
A smile lifted the corners of his lips as the memories of the first time he noticed Haruki. In this same room, Haruki had gotten injured and he had a nightmare. That was the moment he had made a vow subconsciously to protect Haruki, to stand by Haruki regardless of what might happen to him.
As he drifted off, he felt a warm touch on his cheeks before something warm and soft pressed against his forehead, then his lips.
Seeing the man who had fallen asleep with a smile made Haruki shake his head. What was there to smile about when the man should have been furious about the way he was treated?
It was not funny to get locked up for over a week even when you got rescued, it was something to be pissed off about, at least Haruki knew he would be if that ever happened to him. He would probably burn down the whole house.
Haruki feeling jetlagged and certain that someone would be losing a digit if not a limb if he stepped out of the room, got into the other side of the bed and pulled the covers over himself.
He turned towards Hiroshi and touched his face. He could see that Hiroshi’s skin colour had livened a bit after eating but he might have to have a few more miso soups to return to its original hue.
Adjusting his head on the pillow, Haruki went to sleep as soon as the fatigue of the launch event, travel and what he met at home, weighed heavily on his eyelids.
Kiyoshi knocked lightly on the door and when no one responded, he pushed the door and stepped in. When he could see the bed, he noticed sleep had knocked the two men out. They were sleeping peacefully.
Almost too peacefully. This was not the right response to escaping death and witnessing your lover escape death. Haruki, whom he knows as a light sleeper was sleeping so deeply he didn’t even hear the knock on the door.
He thought of how Hiroshi was lucky they found evidence but he was also angry with Ren. If anyone should know the truth in the country, it should be Haruki considering how vast his network is in every aspect.
The Yugen holdings suffered a sneak attack and whoever did it was formidable. If they had an equal as their enemy, it was best they find the person. Even if the person is powerful enough to escape punishment, knowing Haruki’s enemy was of utmost importance.
In half a year, their organization which was known for its power and control, had received two attacks, maybe three. It made him sigh as he walked out of the room. What could the next half hold? They had to find the person.
