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“Not yet. I don’t know if she’s there. I’m going to meet with Deccan first. I’ll keep you posted,” Gene replied before hanging up. He needed to focus on getting to Deccan first and then the hospital as fast as he could. Ezekiel would understand why he hadn’t stayed on the phone.
Pulling up to the front of the club house, he got out of his car and stormed in.
“Deccan!” he yelled, heading straight towards his office.
Everyone looked at him as he stormed over but he didn’t care. Bursting into Deccan’s office, he sees him relaxed in his chair, looking directly at him.
“What the fuck are you doing with my girl?” Gene yelled, slamming the door behind him.
He walked up right in front of Deccan, grabbing him by his collar.
“What are you doing with my girl? I won’t ask again,” he glared at him.
“Pres?” Xavier asked.
Deccan held up his hand. “Who’s your girl?” he calmly asked.
“Sammi you fucker. What are you doing with her?” he growled.
Deccan’s eyes went wide. “Shit.”
“Not an answer!” he bellowed. “Tell me right now!”
“Her brother owes me money! He brought her into this. If I knew she was your girl I wouldn’t have accepted anything,” Deccan pushed Gene’s hands off of him.
“Fuck,” he mumbled. “How much does he owe you?”
Deccan gave him a deadpan. “You know I don’t discuss that.”
“You did with one of my employees,” Gene pointed out.
“Sammi’s brother is not your employee.”
“But she’s my girl!” he slammed his fist against the wall. “My fucking girl who you are taking money from.”
“Ask him or her but I won’t say,” Deccan crossed his arms.
He shook his head and stormed out of the office and straight to his car. He needed to find Sammi and fast.
* * *
Gene pulledinto the parking lot, park in a space, and got out to run to the front door. He had no idea where Sammi might be, if she was here at all. So many things could have happened, she could been anywhere.
Pushing through the door, his eyes narrowed on the person sitting behind the front desk.
“Sammi Franklyn Is she in here?” Gene asked as he got to her, not wasting a second for pleasantries.
“Sir,” the receptionist answered. “What can I do for you?”
He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Sammi Frankie. Is she in the hospital anywhere? She has diabetes.”
“Sir, I can’t give out any information if she is one of our patients unless you’re family. I don’t know whether she is, but I can’t look unless you’re a relative,” she explained.
That didn’t sit well with Gene. She looked at him uninterested and with a little annoyance. He wasn’t normally a violent man, but when it came to the people he loved, especially Sammi, he would do anything. He would destroy anyone in his path if he had to. No one was going to get in the way of him and his girl, no matter how hard they tried.
Gene leaned forward. “I don’t give a fuck. Sammi is my fiancée. Now, look in your fucking systems to see if she is in the hospital, or you’ll regret it,” he lowly said.
The middle-aged woman looked at him wide-eyed, her face pale. “Y-you can’t thre-threaten me!”
