Always Been You

~Dante’s POV~

Why the fuck did Candice pretend to be entering my office for Lola? What the fuck is actually going on here, and what kind of game are they playing? I picked up my phone and dialed Lev’s number.

Me: Send the police to my office; make sure every employee leaves the premises early today.

Lev: Yes, boss.

Me: And Lev, did Doctor Blackwoods touch my wife?

Lev: No

Me: What were the outcomes?

Lev: Exactly as you had anticipated.

Me: Good

I hung up the call; I was fucking losing it. Even if we had issues, I should have fought for her; I should have been her husband, but what did I do? I let another man drug my wife; I doubted her. Lola didn’t leave me for Mason; she never told me we were over. My inflated sense of self-importance caused me to make a foolish decision.

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My attention was brought back to the present when I heard a knock on the door of my office, and there stood the person I secretly wished to mutilate beyond recognition. I truly hate that motherfucker with a passion. He was supposed to be taking care of his patients in Ozark, but the bastard was here, busy drugging my wife. I sat behind my desk as the idiot sat on one of the chairs.

“Dante Monroe, we meet again.” He uttered those words with a sly grin on his face. If I were to cut him up, I would, but the truth is that he is just a shiny-suited cat trying to conform to my expectations. I like his confidence, though. I gave him a menacing look, and he trembled for a moment before regaining his composure as my prey. The idiot is currently taking orders, and if I’ve got this right, he might also be carrying a recording device and a microphone with him.

Clever

Emily entered the room with the forensic team, toting a file in her hand. My mother walked in just as we were about to begin the meeting, and she took a seat right away. I don’t think I invited her to this meeting, but even if I had, I wouldn’t have objected if she showed up. She quietly sat alone and watched. The guys from my security team walked in.

“Search him,” I said, pointing at Mason, and he stood up, wanting to put up a fight, but it was in vain as the two men had already started searching him, and as suspected, Mason had a voice recording device and a microphone. When they were done conducting a search on Mason, they left the room. Then Emily started.

“My name is Doctor Emily Anderson; I am the family doctor of the Monroe family and also an appointment doctor for Mrs. Monroe. Yesterday, Mrs. Monroe fell unconscious and had breathing difficulties. After taking a few tests on her, I found some unusual drugs in her system-drugs that I know very well that Mrs. Monroe wouldn’t take. Hand in hand along with Mr. Monroe’s assistant, Lev, we submitted the test to the forensic team, and there are traces of a lot of things that I will leave for the forensic team to explain.

“Benzodiazepines, statins, acetazolamide, amitriptyline, fentanyl, and apomorphine-the list is long. All these drugs are used for different reasons, but they can cause memory loss. Whoever gave Mrs. Monroe, these drugs intentionally wanted her to lose her memory. Therefore, the individual should be questioned and detained in jail until further notice.

“Were these found in my daughter-in-law’s system?” My mother has finally spoken since she came in.

“Yes, Mrs. Monroe. His answer was followed by the flinging open of my door, revealing Lev and my lawyer. Mason sat there smirking at me every time he got a chance.

I pressed the intercom button.

“Let them in.” After I had finished saying that, the police entered the room carrying a folder stuffed with evidence that Mason had been drugging my wife. “Officers, this is the man that had been drugging my wife.”

“Dr. Blackwood, you have the right to remain silent, and you can contact your lawyer.” Mason stood up even before the lawyer had finished his sentence.

“Janet is my patient, and she has been my patient for over 5 years since she came to Ozark. Who exactly is Mrs. Monroe, seeing the name of my patient is Janet Akins? Already, Janet has put her name on a document agreeing that I should be her primary care physician. Due to patient and doctor confidentiality, I cannot disclose any relevant information. Janet is my patient, Mr. Monroe. I would like to request that you bring back my patient as soon as possible before I take it further with you.”

When I realized the idiot had a plan, it was no surprise that he was smirking at me while he sat there. My blood began to boil. This Janet Akins issue is to buy time while the forensic team finds out who she is and he can continue to drug Lola. Over my dead body, I would let this man take my wife and drug her to death.

“Mr. Monroe, since I am Janet’s rightful doctor, you were supposed to call me when something happens to her. However, you called in your incompetent doctor to deal with a high-profile candidate.” He said while opening a file and shoving a piece of paper toward me, “I have the right to ask for Mrs. Akins and leave this state with her.”

“Since you are calling her Ms. Akins and she is not Ms. Akins, don’t you think it’s only fair that the team does their job while we wait for her real name? You will take Ms. Akins if it is proven that the patient in question is Ms. Akins. I hope Doctor Blackwood understands.” My mother spoke, but I could sense cruelty in her voice, anger, and all other emotions; she looked deadly. I am wondering if the stories I used to hear about her are true. She stood gracefully, and the detective approved for Lola not to be taken before it was proven she was indeed Janet Akins.

“I will agree to everything, as long as I get to meet my fiancé.” I lost it; I walked around the table, not knowing how I reached where Mason was; however, my mother grabbed my hand as I was about to smack the idiot on the face and said, “It’s okay, son, I’ll take care of it, I’ll be damned to see your hands dirty.”

What did she mean?