Chapter 28: continuation 2

The impact hit the wall next to her head, and Rosie's heart almost sank into her heels.

'Forgive me, forgive me. She told me not to tell you.'

'It’s not my fault, please forgive me,' the girl whispered, looking down at her feet while Jay walked back and forth beside her, clutching at the roots of her hair.

'Don’t think that if you disobeyed me, then there will be no punishment, understand me?' The boy stopped, focusing his gaze on the girl.

Rose's tear-stained eyes widened in recognition of the punishment. Falling to her knees, the brunette crawled up to James' feet, grabbing his leg like a stray dog.

'No, no, please! Only not the left corps! Please, Jay, don't do this!' The girl screamed, bursting into tears.

The guy looked at Rose with disgust, kicking her away with his foot so that she fell behind.

'Shut the fuck up! I don't care about your requests! Get up!' James leaned over to the girl, grabbing her shirt and lifting her off the floor, then shoving her back against the wall. 'You know my rules very well! I'm not going to give up on you!'

'I barely survived after the left corps, Jay!' The girl ran up to the guy again, grabbing his hands like a lifeline. 'They will kill me! Don't send me to them! I am begging you!'

'You need to be taught. If you don't do this, you will be violating again.'

'It won't happen, I promise!'

On the corridor stood strong guys near the doors, watching the order in their territory. James Foster waved at them to come over to him. The guards went to the guy, waiting for his next actions. Rose went into hysterics, glancing from the approaching guards to Jay, screaming to leave her alone.

'Send her to the left corps,' James ordered, pushing the girl away from him into the strong arms of two guys.

Wrapping Rose's arms behind her back, the guards led her to the exit. James Foster pursed his lips as he watched the girl continue to hysteria, looking back at Foster.

The boy sighed, rolling his eyes.

All actions must be held accountable.

With quick steps, the boy returned to the room. Hailey is still unconscious. Her pale skin stood out too much against the navy blue dress she was wearing. Her chest slowly rose and fell, her lungs processing oxygen without difficulty.

'We cleansed her blood so that the toxins would dissolve,' the doctor said sharply, pulling the guy out of his thoughts. 'In two hours, you will have to get an injection again,' James tore his gaze away from the girl, carefully delving into the speech of a middle-aged man. She has been unconscious all this time. 'I don't know how long this will continue. Therefore, I urgently ask you, when the girl wakes up, immediately, without hesitation, call me, without wasting a second, Mr. James.'

'I'm understood, thank you. You may go.' The man picked up his small suitcase with various drugs from the bed, and went to the exit from the room, but then stopped near Foster.

'My colleagues and I are in our office, please contact us if something happens.'

'Immediately.'

The man nodded his head in farewell and disappeared behind the closed door. With careful steps, the blond sat on the edge of the bed, peering into Hailey's face. To some extent, he still could not believe that this had happened. He wished as much as possible that the girl would open her brown eyes, finally meeting his oceans.

'Open your eyes, honey. You're strong enough, why did you let the pills poison you? They treat, dear, do not cripple.'

His fingers ran down the length of her arm, reaching to her wrist. Jay locked her and his fingers together, squeezing them lightly.

'Just open your eyes,' James whispered, leaning over the girl's ear.

* * * *

'What's going on with you, Jay?' The curly-haired boy asked, lighting a cigarette.

Foster chuckled, leaning against the wall. Slowly, the fire traveled down the end of the cigarette, setting it on fire. Taking a puff, the guy exhaled acrid smoke right on his friend's face.

'What is my problem?' James asked with a smirk, raising his left eyebrow.

Dean grimaced as he knocked the cigarette out of the blonde's hands. The boy lowered his head as he watched the unfinished cigarette fall to the ground. The end was extinguished, leaving behind a small smoke.

'What the hell did you do?'

'I am not your girlfriend or your servant, who will run and obey you like all of them,' the guy nodded his head at the large building. 'So don't think I'll put up with your antics, man. Action for action.'

James rolled his eyes, once again pulling a pack of menthol cigarettes from his jeans pocket. Taking out another cigarette, he tucked the pack into the pocket of his black leather jacket.

'Your lighter,' James grunted, pressing his cigarette between his teeth.

Dean pulled out his lighter, lighting his friend's cigarette. Foster took a puff, feeling the acrid smoke go up into his lungs.

'It’s much better this way,' the guy said on an exhalation, releasing smoke from his mouth.

'So why are you acting so weird?' Dean asked, inhaling smoke into his lungs.

'I'm the same as before,' the blond snorted, peering ahead of himself.

'Mr. Foster, I have news for you,' said the guard with the dog, coming closer to the young people.

'About what?'

'The 'State' is divided. Your guys broke it in two.'

'Great,' Jay laughed, pulling a cigarette out of his mouth, the smoke slowly swirling in the air, making a small cloud. 'There is very little left to destroy him.'

'Approximately how long will it take for us to be there again, James?' Dean asked, putting out his cigarette against the wall of the building behind them. 'Or shall we leave them to eat each other alive?"'

The guy threw the cigarette on the floor, stepping on it with his heel and literally pressing it into the ground.

'The 'State' is already ruined. Oliver won't be able to get them back on their feet again. The strongest have become the weakest. We just need to find the right approach and see them lose. We need to get together and talk this over,' the blond turned to the guard, placing his hand on his shoulder. 'Tell the boys we have a meeting. They should be all, without exception.'

The muscular guy nodded his head in agreement, immediately asking:

'May I go, Mr. Foster?'

The dog barked, turning in the direction where two cars were parked. The three guys who were there pushed the fourth one in the shoulder, discussing something vigorously. The dog barked again, calling his partner there. The guy pulled the leash towards himself, giving a signal to the dog to immediately shut up.

'Yes, you can go.' The blond noticed the skirmish near the cars, nodding his head in that direction. 'And deal with it.'

'It will be done,' the guard nodded, heading towards the resulting fight.

The closer the guy came, the louder the dog barked and growled at the violators.

Two guys came out of the backyard. James looked towards the left building, noticing two men carrying a weak girl by the arm. The girl's head was lowered, and dark hair covered her face. The body was covered with bruises and large bruises.

'Wait here for me,' the blond turned to his friend, stopping his path with his hand.

'Where are you going?' The curly-haired guy did not understand, trying to get an answer out of him.

'Just wait for me here, I said.' James never liked to say what he was going to do.

The guy ran to the guards, trying to catch up with them. With a quick run, the blond man covered a long distance between them, on the way shouting to stop them. The men stopped, turning to face the running James.

'Wait,' the boy asked, running towards them.

Stopping, he approached the girl, winding her loose hair around his fist.

Pulling his hand up, he lifted her head, forcing her to look at him. The girl groaned, wincing in pain.

'How were you in the left building, dear? Has your shit been kicked out of you?' James asked with venom in his voice, carefully examining the weak girl's face.

'Mr. Foster, we need to get her to the doctor. She is too weak,' the man commented, supporting the girl so that she would not fall off her feet.

'Wait, Cam,' Foster stopped him, returning his gaze to the brunette again. 'You knew not to cross my path. Dean won't save you from me.' He whispered into her ear, lightly touching her earlobe with his tongue. Hot breath sent a herd of goosebumps on the girl's skin. 'If she doesn't open her eyes, then rest assured you won't be able to open them either, Rosie,' James warned, pulling away from the girl and letting go of her hair.

'Can we go, Mr. Foster?'

'Go,' James said, turning around and running back to Dean again.

Dean stood watching his friend, but he was most interested in the barely alive girl and what Foster had said to her, because it was clearly not pleasant.