Chapter 227 DOMINIC VITIELLO??
KAI’S POINT OF VIEW
He scrambled back, tripping over a gurney as we sprinted for the service stairs. However, before we could get to it, a police officer, accompanied by four others, stopped us. “Wait there.” Their leader, a man with a buzz cut, commanded, his hand on his gun and handcuffs.
“Yes! It’s him, officer. He killed someone!” the pathetic nurse hissed, rushing forward with a limp. “Arrest him now.”
Everoleigh stepped forward, licking her lips nervously with a chuckle. “Officers, he….he’s a kid. And he only did it in self-defense. The woman in there is quite crazy; she kidnapped my daughter and tried to drain her of her blood. Do you remember the murders of children over a decade ago?
She was the one who did all those things. Please, you have to understand; Mr. Mercer is innocent.” The officer stared at her for a second before looking back at me.
“Is that true?” he asked, his hand not moving from the gun in his holster, as did his colleagues. “Did you kill someone?”
“Don’t say a word, Kai.” I heard my father’s voice before Everleigh, or I could speak. He raced forward, another man with tattoos around his neck following beside him. He looked….scary. like the kind to blend in, but was the most dangerous weapon because you didn't know if he was a normal next-door neighbour, or a CIA agent.
“You will let us move this instant, Officer Rhodes.” My father commanded the officer as if he were his boss. The man looked surprised, offended, and rage-fuelled. His grip on the gun tightened.
“Do you have any idea who I am?” he hissed. “ I am an officer of the law; a respected one at that! Yet you think you can order me? Harbouring a fugitive, an acclaimed murderer… these are criminal offences you have committed; offences I can easily add or remove to.
For this, all of you are under arrest.”
“What?” Everleigh gasped. “My daughter is dying!”
“Do I look like I give a shit?” He hissed, pulling out both his gun and handcuffs. “Take them in right now.”
The man beside Dad stepped forward, his aura calm and not one bit flustered. He smirked, his broad shoulders intimidating Rhodes. He stepped back, almost stumbling into the female officer behind him. “I want to ask if you know who the hell I am, but even a recruit into the police force knows who I am, or who my former boss is, and what the hell it is I can do.”
Rhodes gulped, his eyes full of fear, his grip on the cuffs and gun loosening. “Who the hell are you?”
“Dominic Vitiello, motherfucker. Head of the Italian mafia; husband to the head of the Spanish Cartel; son-in-law to….ahh….I do not think I need to give you the details. You only need to know three things;
One, Silas here is my friend, meaning his son is my friend too.” He pats us on the back. I turned to Dad, but he didn’t seem fazed by the contact. “Secondly, I have quite a lot to do today. My wife planned a picnic for our family. So be a good dog, and let these people be on their way so I don’t have to call your boss’ boss’ boss.
And finally, my wife hates it when I’m late for family dinners….and I’m only scared of a disappointed wife. Do I need to tell you what I’ll do to you if my wife gets disappointed?”