Mia’s pov
My mouth dropped open in disbelief as I took in Lorenzo’s entire appearance. He didn’t even seem to be in pain from the look on his face right now. Instead, he looked like he was annoyed as hell.
Blood was seeping out of his left hand over the tiles here in the sitting room, and a large part of his chest area was also colored a dark red.
I felt a wave of dizziness washed over me in that moment, which I made sure to fight away at all cost.
Lorenzo took one look at me before stallkimh over to one of the couches and sinking into it, and then he began to take his shirt off.
I bit on my bottom lip, not knowing what it was that I was supposed to be doing right now.
Lorenzo let out a low groan as he tugged the shirt off his arm and I felt myself flinch a little while unconsciously shifting backwards.
I felt my heart tightened at once as soon as my eyes settled on the bleeding wound on his bicep. It made me get engulfed in a feeling of queasyess, which I fought off at once, because I was sure Lorenzo wouldn’t be pleased should I do something like losing consciousness right now.
I bit on my tongue and shifted my weight around while regarding him from the side of my eyes. As I watched a pained expression cross his face, I felt myself wincing automatically. The tightening feeling in my chest didn’t seem to be decreasing at all, and I knew undoubtedly that I was worried about him right now.
I know he’s the last person I should be concerned or worried about right now, but it wasn’t like it could be helped. Watching him right now as blood kept oozing out from his wound, made me feel really uneasy.
Sure, I hated him with every fiber of my body, but I wasn’t sure I’d like to see him passed out here in his sitting room from too much blood loss.
I bit on my bottom lip while still regarding him carefully, and then before I could attempt to stop myself, I blurted out. “Are you really going to let yourself bleed out to death?”
It genuinely took me by surprise when he snorted out a chuckle before slanting me a look that thetered on teasing and mockery. “Why? Want me to die so you’d be automatically be set free?”
My mouth fell open at his response, just as he continued. “Oh wait, don’t tell me you care about if I die or not right now.”
As he responded, I asked myself once again why I felt any sort of concern for him in the first place, because he clearly doesn’t deserve it. And he was also tight, it’s dumb for me to feel any sort of concern for him.
“Stop being delusional, I don’t want you to dirty the entire floor with your blood.” I snapped out in response, hands stepping around my middle. Lorenzo narrowed his gaze at me for a few seconds before speaking.
“I see you’ve hastily taken this avenue to get all mouthy with me again, isn’t that right?” He began to speak and I felt myself flinch a little. “I’d like you to keep in mind that this gunshot wound is nothing, I’m still perfectly capable of showing you your place right now since it seems like you have a hard time remembering where your place actually is.”
As usual, he didn’t raise his voice but it still managed to make me gulp as I let out a slow exhale before slowly shaking my head.
“No, I don’t.” I finally whispered in response, watching as Lorenzo scoffed before facing his wound once again. One would think his current situation would make him mellow down, but at this rate, I wasn’t sure if he was capable of feeling pain because an average man would have lost consciousness already.
“Good. Now, go into my office and fetch me the first aid box in there.” He continued moments later and I stiffened at first before slowly nodding and shuffling to do as told. I tried not to stare around said office when I stepped into it and hastily grabbed the first aid box, returning back to Lorenzo at the speed of light to avoid getting on his bad side now.
Next, I had to fetch a knife, and lots of napkins.
After that; I stood on the side, hands curled into the material of my skirt as I watched Lorenzo grunt lowly as he got the bullet out and poured alcohol over the wound to stop the bleeding. It was fascinating how he could do this on his own, and I hadn’t realized I had blurted that out until he responded.
“This is nothing. The mafia doctor only gets involved when it’s extremely important. Now, hand me more napkins.”
As I watched him work, I felt the unease start to rise inside of me once again, and so I wringled my hands together, not knowing how to actually start.
“Is it always like this? Never a moment of rest?” I blurted out and he hummed in response. “Most of the time, yes. You either kill or get killed.”
“That makes you a monster though.” I continued, voice quiet and I refused to meet his gaze, which I could feel on me right now.
“I’m aware.” The response made me flinch and I whipped my head around to gnaw on him. I couldn’t really understand what had just happened, but something in my mind told me to back up till the wall was behind me, and that was what I did, while my chest still kept pounded.
I watched as Lorenzo got to his feet, arm no longer bleeding and in a bandage that would undoubtedly attract attention no matter what.
Lorenzo picked up the knife which was stained with some of his blood from some time ago, and a fleeting moment, I watched as Lorenzo threw the knife at me. A scream tore past my throat and I clamped my eyes thing, tears streaming down my face on feeling the force of the knife as it whipped past my head and into the wall behind me.
When Lorenzo came closer, he pulled out the knife and whipped it on his chest before dropping it on the ground.
“I guess I’m not that bad a monster for not stabbing you with that knife, hm?”
I tried to blink the tears out og my eyes while blinking up at Lorenzo who currently had a dark grin on.
“Be careful around me for your own good, I know you really don’t want to mess with me. The people who messed with me today are all dead, and the ones before them. No one messes with me and lives to tell their part of the story, so… be careful around me, little, bratty Mia.”