Chapter eight

Sam woke up and squinted his eyes. The room was unrecognizable. It actually felt too bright for his eyes. He tried to use his right hand to wipe his eyes, but his hand felt different. He looked to see a line of drip connected to it. That was when he noticed he is on a hospital bed. He was even in patient clothes. How he got there, he couldn't remember. He sat up, glancing around to study the room, trying to remember what happened last. Then he remembered. The whole events chronologically flashed back. At that moment, he wished it was all a dream, but it was to real, he was seeing the scenes play before his eyes again.

                    "Savannah!!!" He screamed. The door opened. Jenny stepped in. "Boss. How're you feeling?" She asked, concern printed on her face. He frowned at her. He actually wished it was Savannah that walked in. "What am I doing here? How did I get here?" His head weighed a ton. He was beginning to feel dizzy. "Sir I found you lifeless on the floor at your office. You passed out. I immediately called an ambulance and rushed you here. How're you feeling boss?" Sam squeezed his hands tight, wishing it was Michael Verrati's throat he was squeezing. 

                       "Where's Savannah?" Jenny smiled innocently, "She's on her honeymoon. She got married few hours ago. Isn't that beautiful boss?" Sam saw red in rage. He tried to charge at her but he fell back dizzily, the plugged drip line holding him back. He dizzily tried to pull it out of his hand, screaming and shouting profanities. "Get me Savannah. Fucking bring me Savannah!!! Ahhh..." Jenny moved back in horror and shock at his outburst. "I'd go get the doctor." She rushed out, his loud continuous screams following her trails. Few minutes later, she ran in following a doctor and two male nurses. They held and subdued him, amidst his struggle and resistance. In a twinkle of an eye, an injection was produced. He felt the sharp needle pierce his skin. Immediately his eyelids began to feel heavy and started giving way to the dizziness. He fought it, but he couldn't. His vision got bleaker and bleaker, everywhere got dimmer and dimmer until he passed out into the darkness.  

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           Coast of Tuscany, Italy.

               Savannah stood at the deck of Blue pearl-Her husband's yatch, admiring the island of Elba. She was in a long flowing skyblue gown and dark shades. She spread her arms wide as the cool breeze blew around her. The glowing sun, smiled at her beautifully. Everything looked so beautiful and picture perfect. Elba is a verdant, mountainous island that lies off the coast of Tuscany. She smiled, seeing her reflection from the sparklingly-clear waters. The sheltered beaches with fine white sand, fragrant pine forests, and bougainvillea sprouting up everywhere, waved greetings at her.

                      Turning she studied the superyatch as if she was just seeing it for the first time. It was all blue as the name suggested. On the body was a large gold print of Michael's initials-MV. It all still felt like a dream. Immediately they left the cathedral, she and Mike flew to Italy for their honeymoon. From the helicopter before they landed few hours earlier, she had seen the beautiful island, on the clear waters was blue pearl, floating gorgeously, waiting to receive them. She had noticed, the whole island was vacated of any other ships or yatchs to make way for them. It was indeed a paradise to behold. Someone wrapped his arms around her from behind, breaking her thoughts. She jumped in fright and turned. Seeing who it was, her heart skipped, then started racing.