Angelo;
“You do not get to treat me like an object!” She yelled out, still pointing the gun at me.
My eyes widened, as I stared at her with raised brows. I fucking didn’t expect her to pull the trigger.
But this little spitfire in front of me surely did, and she seemed rather proud of herself.
Puzzled, I glanced at my shoulder, where she had just shot, observing the wound which was already dripping blood, with a bewildered expression on my face.
No, she didn’t!
Turning my head to stare back at her, she seemed to want to pull the trigger again, straightening her shoulders, when the door suddenly burst open, and my men sauntered in, guns blazing as they pointed at her.
My head snapped to the side to Xavier, who yelled as he came closer, pointing his gun at her.
He corked his gun, seething, “How dare you little…”
“Stand down, Xavier!” I commanded sharply.
Xavier turned to stare at me, confusion etched on his brows. He looked back at her and then at me. But he didn’t take his gun down. He stepped closer to the bed, about to pull the trigger on her, when I grabbed a hold of his arm, “I said, stand down, Xavier!”
A perplexed Xavier stared back at me, his eyes wide and filled with rage, like he couldn’t believe I was actually stopping him, “Boss… she. I have to..”
“If you do not wish to lose the hand that welds that gun, Xavier, I would suggest you stand back and let me handle this my way.”
I knew without a doubt that he would shoot -that he would pull the trigger on her without blinking, and I couldn’t have that at the moment.
Fuck no!
The thought of that alone made my chest tighten and I huffed.
The look on Xavier’s face was skeptical, but he didn’t waste any more time as he slowly took down his gun, while still glancing at Elena who still had the gun pointed at me.
“Get the fuck out, you all. I can handle this.”
I turned to stare at the ones who stood at the doorway, watching as they all spotted the same look of bewilderment on their faces.
When they saw how serious I was, they slowly brought down their guns and began to back out.
I knew they were just doing their job, but how dare they think that I did not stand a chance with a girl?
The fact that she was able to lodge a bullet in my shoulder does not necessarily mean I would have allowed her to do more damage than control.
I could fucking handle her.
The door shut as my men stepped out. And as my eyes drifted to her, I couldn’t help but be awed at her bravery.
She was actually the only woman I had ever known to actually pull the trigger on me.
The thought alone made me chuckle softly, and I asked her, “Now, where is the girl I had taken into my lair? I am sure she would not have had the effrontery to do such…” I smirked, “What really changed?”
She suddenly stood from the bed, taking a few steps back, while still pointing the gun at me, with a frown on her face.
“You know…” I continued when she didn’t say a word, “I was quite surprised when I heard you had killed Mario back at the hotel room. I didn’t know you had that flair in you.”
Her expression tightened and she scoffed, “I wouldn’t have done that if that motherfucker hadn’t tried to rape me! And guess who made me go to him?”
I smirked at that. But just then, she stumbled, and in a frantic attempt, tried to get her footing while still pointing ‘my’ gun at me, her eyes rolled back into her head, her fingers slackened, and the gun fell off her hands.
And then, she was falling off the bed.
Eyes wide, and shocked, I quickly made my way over to the other side, as she was almost hitting the hard floor.
My arms caught her hands at the last moment, and I instantly grabbed her, pulling her to me before she hit her head.
Her hands fell back to her sides, and her head lolled to the side.
What the fuck was going on. I wondered.
“Elena… Hey,” I moved her hair which covered her face, but she was unresponsive.
It didn’t take me long to deduce that she was fucking unconscious.
“What the hell…”
In no time, I had scooped her into my arms as I made my way out of the room.
******
Hours later, I was in the medical room receiving treatments.
She was lying on her back beside me on a separate bed, while she was being administered Vitamins and injections.
And I was having my gunshot wound taken care of.
That was one hell of a scare, which I wouldn’t love to reminisce. I recalled my heart beating so fast when my attempt to wake her up turned futile.
As much as I would hate to admit, it seems this little spitfire already had a chokehold on me. But I definitely wasn’t letting her have the upper hand.
I couldn’t be considered weak by any means. Not at all. Especially when it comes to a woman.
I was not fucking going down that lane. Not again.
Heaving a deep sigh, I watched her for a while.
I was stitched on, and after a while, the doctor was done with her, and they left the room.
I kept my gaze on her. Observing the steady rise and fall of her chest. Her dark hair fell back on the bed, making her full face visible to me. And for the first time, she looked so calm and peaceful.
One would think she was but an innocent girl, incapable of pulling a trigger or speaking back at someone who could easily kill her in the blink of an eye. But she was far from it.
As I watched silently, her eyes fluttered open.
She blinked. Her gaze observed the ceiling until she turned her head to the side
When her eyes met mine, they widened and she was scrambling off the bed.
Without wasting time, I stood up from where I was sitting. Made my way to her and grabbed her.
Ignoring her little screams of protest, I made my way out of the room.