He won't wake up again

“Cheers! Hahaha! It’s done. We sent the mighty Mark Johnson to the hospital.” One of Diana’s goons cheered, opening another beer.

“Good, this time you didn’t fail me.” She sat at her office table sipping a glass of whisky with a burning cigarette in the other hand.

“I have information that they don’t allow his wife to see him. She cries every day outside the mansion gate, begging for her son.” One man informed them.

“Boss, this is the perfect opportunity to get her.” The other man spoke standing from his chair.

“Hold your horses. I want her to lose everything she has now before taking her. She should suffer until she wishes she was dead.” Diana said, dragging on the cigarette as the door busted open.

“You are a monster. This is not what we agreed on.” Sasha barged into the room, startling everyone.

One of Diana’s men pulled out a gun, pointing it at Sasha’s head. “Who let you in here?” He inquired, making her tremble with her hands held high.

“That’s enough, leave us.” Dian