Lucian's POV
Mike's voice echoed over the phone,I stood in silence,my mind rampaging on how best to follow this shit of a situation.
"Boss, what are we going to do about this, the nigga is not breathing."
I gripped the steering wheel tighter, the leather creaking under my palms.
I couldn't afford Victor dying in my hands.. He was the one piece I needed to lock the board vote and the only person signature could bury Ethan's proxy play for good.
I forced my voice steady. "Is he breathing?"
"Barely sir," Mike replied. "I checked his pulse and it's weak. He looks pale and there is swelling on his hands and feet. I've got him on the couch but this dude is giving up,we should probably get an ambulance."
"Don't try to get an ambulance,I'm on my way.Just keep him alive until I get there."
I ended the call and immediately dialed Dr. Elias Kane, our family physician since I was sixteen.
"Lucian?" His voice was calm and concerned as always. "What's wrong?"
