Chapter 110

Layla's eyes grew wide at the panicked guard's presence. The patients in the waiting area picked up on the tense energy and whispers floated. She could feel their eyes on them.

"What's going on?" Davian asked, pulling her close. His arm wrapped around the small of her waist as he held her close to his body.

Layla didn't think to fight him off, certainly not with the tense situation. However, even if the situation wasn't tense, she would let him hold her this close.

She almost smacked herself for her train of thought. This was not the time to be distracted. Something was clearly wrong; it was unlike the men to be in a frenzy for no reason.

"Alpha Nolan," the man in black announced.

"What?" Davian yelled out, his arm tightening around Layla. He didn't actually believe the Alpha would come here.

"Alpha Nolan is here and he has men surrounding the car."

"Fuck!" He cursed.

He hadn't expected the Alpha to do anything drastic so quickly. Besides, he had left the house before the call came in. If he knew Nolan would raise his ugly head, he would have prepared accordingly.

Not only was he terribly outnumbered but he was also unarmed. With Layla around, he had stopped carrying his weapons.

Layla froze next to Davian; she had never heard him swear before. The situation must be dire and somehow she couldn't help but blame herself. If he didn't have to bring her to the hospital, they wouldn't be cornered.

"He said he is waiting for you and would rather not barge into the hospital. He doesn’t want to scare the patients."

"Is there any way out of the hospital without going through the main entrance?"

His eyes darted around as he tried to find some other way to escape. If Layla wasn't here, he would have easily stepped out ready to shoot.

However, the thought that this might turn into a bloodbath with her right in the middle of it ground his gears. He couldn't believe Nolan.

"Unfortunately, no. Mafia King Nolan has the entire building surrounded, both inside the fence and outside."

"Tch!"

"Alpha Davian!" A loud voice called from outside. "I come in peace. Step out or I'll be forced to come to you."

Davian winced, raising a free hand to his ear. How was the bastard speaking so loudly without any speaker?

The whispers in the waiting area were getting louder. Doctors and nurses were moving closer. Nolan's loud voice didn't help and it was obvious everyone was getting agitated.

He couldn't stay inside the hospital for much longer. He knew better than to underestimate Nolan. He would not hesitate to walk into the hospital with his horde of men.

He sighed and ran a finger through his hair. He hated that he let Nolan have the upper hand in this situation. But, just how far was he going to go to invite him to some stupid party?

"Stay behind me," he whispered to Layla.

She nodded and clung to his suit, staying just out of sight. It wasn't nearly enough, he wished he could get her out of here but it would have to do.

"Call Nick," he said to the man. "Send as many of our men as possible."

"Yes, Alpha Davian."

It would take some time for them to get here but he would try to stall in the meantime. His jaw tightened as he walked towards the glass doors. He really hated this.

Calling the men was a last resort and he was even more worried now that he called them. All they needed was one idiot to shoot. Even if it was a harmless shot, a bloodbath would certainly erupt.

"Finally," Nolan said as Davian stepped out of the revolving doors. "Took you long enough."

Layla peeked out from the side of Davian's arm as they walked out of the hospital. She didn't know what she had been expecting the Mafia King to look like but his appearance was certainly not what she imagined.

He was dressed in a black trench coat and black turtleneck. A silver cross lay across his neck over the turtleneck. He wore a black belt with a silver buckle, and a pair of shiny black shoes.

A hand rested in his pocket, revealing the gun tucked on his belt while his other hand held a cigar to his lips. Heavy silver rings lined his fingers. Layla could make out a skull ring from the distance.

"What do you want?!"

Layla stiffened behind him; she knew he wasn't angry at her but it was impossible to not have a reaction with the way he yelled. His scent was also different, a little overwhelming and she was starting to get bothered by it.

"Relax," Nolan said. He removed his hand from his pocket and raised it. "I come in peace. I already said that, didn't I?"

"Really? Nolan. You have me surrounded."

"Well, I did say I was going to do this the hard way. Don't blame me. I asked you nicely multiple times." He shrugged and put his hand back in his pocket.

"Are you serious about doing all this at a hospital, for a stupid party?"

"Ouch!" Nolan said and stepped forward.

"You best remain there." Davian stared daggers at him.

Nolan sighed and stopped walking. "I am not trying to get you agitated. And calm your nerves; your scent is affecting your mate. Keep it together."

Davian's face fell as he realized Layla's grip on his clothes was tighter. He didn't even realize; he had been so angry at Nolan for trying to put her in danger.

"Layla!" He called as he turned around. "Are you alright?"

She nodded beside him. "It's fine. I am fine."

He pulled her from behind him and held her beside him instead, wrapping his arm around her. He forced his scent to change so it comforted her.

"Well, now that you have calmed down. As I was saying, it's not a stupid party. It's a truce. There is no way you won't attend. This is my best idea yet."

"No!" Davian said without hesitation. "Now that you're done with your display, let us go."

Nolan frowned very deeply and drew on the cigar. He drew long enough that it burned rapidly. He let the smoke settle in his mouth for a moment before he released it, blowing out circles that floated towards Davian.

"I knew you were going to be this stubborn so I took precautions. Layla," he called, turning his deep blue eyes to face her. "You really should check your phone often."