Mysterious CEO's Last Surrogate

Chapter Sixty - Nine

"Please call Loney. He said he would be with me. He promised," Danica said amidst her painful

contractions. Dr Jeff nodded, instantly putting a call through to Loney. "Danica is in the hospital," he

said as soon as the line connected. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Loney pressed the brake instantly and the tyres screeched on the smooth asphalt. He was depressed

and agitated when he lost connection with Danica. Probably, her phone must have gone off without her

knowledge. Therefore, he had planned on finding Ray and forcing him to call his men to bring Danica to

him or verify their location.

He should be excited right? But it felt strange. How did Danica get to the hospital? What if it was

Daniella pretending? He couldn't keep his mind from thinking in that direction. However, his suspicions

were buried when Dr Jeff continued. "She said you promised that you would be with her." A smile

thinned Loney's lips just as a tear fell from his eyes. He knew it was Danica sending him the message.

This was the promise he made to her last night. "I will be there soon," he uttered in deep breaths,

instantly ending the call.

"Call Herty and tell her to go to the hospital. Danica is there," he hastily said, instantly stepping on the

accelerator as he informed Paul about the latest development. Just as Loney felt earlier, Paul couldn't

help asking. "I don't mean to scare you but are you sure it's her?"

"Yes, it's her," Loney abruptly said. Paul let out a thin smile, and nodded agreement, instantly calling

Herty to pass the information. Then it dawned on him that Loney hadn't changed direction.

"Why are you headed in Ray's direction? We should be driving towards the hospital right?"

Loney tightened his fists on the steering wheel, Paul's heart throbbed. He knew Loney was up to

something. "I am just a few minutes away from Ray. He will regret ever getting his men to kidnap my

woman. This ends today." Loney's expression was malignant, Paul could only hope that Loney wouldn't

put him in the position to cover up a homicide.

Loney wasn't at peace. Danica was safe now but he thirsted for revenge. How dare anyone lay their

filthy hands on his woman? His rage boiled, unquenchable like a volcano. According to the map, Ray

was on the move. He sensed that Ray must be running away from someone or something and was

determined to hunt him down.

He got to the hotel just as Ray was about to enter his car. As soon as his men saw Loney, they took off

with the speed of lighting. It was a warning from the governor. Loney was untouchable. Ray didn't see

any reason to run. He hasn't offended Loney in any way and was amazed when a force so strong hit

his lower abdomen without warning, causing him to stagger and fall.

Loney knelt, his thighs pinning Ray's huge frame. A blow landed on his face, followed by another

before he could recover from the fall. Despite Loney being tall, his complete height when standing side

by side Ray would only reach his shoulder. Aside from that, Ray was chubby therefore, he

underestimated Loney. He knew the latter was powerful financially but he never expected such physical

strength from someone like him.

Unknown to him, Loney had espied his size from afar and used speed to knock him unexpectedly to

the ground. He also made sure to deform his jaw with another punch as he pinned him to the ground

with his weight. Another punch was enough to disfigure Ray's nose. The punches were becoming too

strong, Ray began tasting his blood. He presumed he would die of internal bleeding if he didn't defend

himself therefore, he began blocking the punches with his arm as he yelled in defence,

"What is the fuck is this Loney, what did I do?" His back was on the floor as he gazed at Loney with

wonder and turmoil.

"How dare you touch my woman?" Loney screeched, ready to release another punch, which Ray

blocked as he tried to pull out his gun. Unfortunately, Paul beat him to it, pointing his revolver in his

direction. Ray was taller and bigger. He was also strong and from the effect of drugs, he didn't feel

much pain yet, he knew the punches were causing lots of damage to his nerves and tissues, which

would be felt when the drug wears out but something poked deeper, as Loney's accusation hammered

in his ears.

"Your woman? I haven't touched your woman," he said in retaliation, blocking Loney's punches as

much as possible but it wasn't necessary anymore because Loney halted his hand in mid-air, Ray's

words sinking deeper. He wasn't one to attack an innocent person. He only bites when attacked

therefore, he rose to his feet. Ray seized the opportunity to do the same.

"You touched my pregnant woman Ray and you will die for it." This time, he wasn't aggressive. He

seemed to doubt the accusation since Ray had denied it earlier. Loney wanted to confirm his

involvement before going further.

However, Ray sprang in remembrance, the accusation settling in. "So it's you. Daniella said she

wanted her sister's baby and boyfriend so I could do whatever I wanted with her sister. Most preferably,

she wanted her dead but I had other plans."

Loney's mind began to process everything like a web, the bits and pieces coming together. "Daniella?"

His voice was precarious. He knew Daniella hated her sister but never guessed it was so deep as to

want her dead. He could just imagine how broken Danica would be if she heard that her sister was the

brain behind everything.

"Yes," Ray confirmed.

"But she is pregnant," Loney muttered but Ray heard. "Why does she want the baby?" He asked

dejectedly. A blend of anticipation, fear and agitation cruising through him, he didn't have the right

words to say.

Ray shook his head, "She can't be pregnant. Her womb is damaged. She paid me to fake everything. I

swear to God Loney, I didn't know that her sister was your woman," Ray expressed. Somehow, he felt

stupid. He used to do background checks on his victims so why didn't he do the same thing this time

around?

Everything began to make perfect sense to Loney. Even as the truth settled in that his instincts were

right, he was still speechless.

He wanted to say something but no word came out. "Loney, we have to go. The Interpol agents are

getting closer," Paul bickered, pulling Loney from his deep thoughts. "I don't think you want them to

take you for questioning. You still don't know for whatever reason your woman ended up in the

hospital," he stated the fact. They didn't have time to ask.

Loney didn't utter a word. He followed Paul to the car like a robot. This time, he allowed Paul to drive

since he wasn't in his right mind. It was just too much for him. Too much to chew and swallow. The truth

was sweet and bitter. Sweet being that Daniella wasn't carrying his child but the bitterness

overwhelmed the sweet in that he couldn't understand the reason a twin would want her sister dead

just to take what was hers. It was too much and it overwhelmed him to just think about the whole

charade.

The Interpol agents scoured the hotel car park just as Paul drove out, thereby not leaving any time for

Ray to escape. He might not be lucky this time. They surrounded Ray, just as Jones stepped out. Ray

didn't hide his shock. He hadn't seen his nephew for years.

"Your end has come, uncle," Jones addressed Ray. This was the fifth hotel Ray had checked in just

within 24 hours while he waited for the coast to clear for him to leave the country. It wasn't easy but

Jones tracked him down because everything he needed to send him to jail for a long time was ready.

Ray was furious. "You traitor. Don't call me your uncle," he yelled. Fury exhumed his anger as he spat

on the floor. "I do not want a nephew like you."

James wasn't offended. He took a step towards him. "The better for me. I'm disgusted calling you my

uncle but it's just unfortunate that we don't determine or choose who deserves to be in our family. It has

taken me years to hold enough evidence to nail you. Now, you won't escape," Jones was calm. A yoke

of victory squeezed him tightly.

Something fell from Ray's eyes, realization pinching him. Jones was making sure he rotted in jail. No,

that can't happen. He stared cautiously around. There were too many Interpol agents. He couldn't take

them down alone and besides, they were armed. His men had escaped. Cowards. "Think Jones, think.

I'm your only family." Ray tried to buy his sympathy. If Jones releases the pieces of evidence against

him, he knew he won't escape prison for at least twenty years. Therefore, he could only beg Jones to

not release that evidence.

"I don't need a family like you. You destroyed me. You destroyed innocent girls. You killed my father,

your brother through your wickedness. You are a beast and you don't deserve to live among humans."

"But humans change, Jones, I can change."

Jones' gaze softened. "Yes, that's why you need a confined place like jail for that change to happen."

That said, he beckoned for Interpol to take him away. He immediately sat in his car, a victorious smile

lining his features. His sacrifices over the years haven't been in vain. Suddenly, he recalled Daniella.

He hasn't had time to receive information on her. He pulled out his phone to call the spy he had placed

in charge of monitoring her movements. He saw lots of calls and text messages from his spy, one of

which read; 'She seemed to be in a hurry going somewhere and had an accident. I have sent the

location of the hospital to you. I don't have any information about her condition yet.'

The smile and Jones' face froze. He guessed that Daniella must have disobeyed him and wondered if

Danica was safe. He had to find out. Pressing the push-start, his direction was the hospital.

When Loney arrived at the hospital, one of the nurses recognized him and led him to the emergency

ward without asking, since she knew that he always came with Danica.

However, when he arrived at the emergency ward, he felt his breath cease at the sight in front of him,

as he let out a loud yell. Paul was startled. Then he drew closer. Danica was unconscious and it looked

like her right leg had been amputated. "When? How?" He muttered. "There must be a mistake," he

yelled. Loney couldn't get closer. He felt guilty. Too guilty. He couldn't protect her. He sobbed, punching

the wall with all his might to let out some of his frustration.

The nurse was scared. His behaviour could worsen the patient's condition and the nurse feared being

at the receiving end of his anger therefore, she veered to Dr Jeff's office.