Forced love

Chapter five

Chapter five.
Katherine's pov:

About half an hour after I had gone upstairs I heard some loud noises from downstairs. First I didn't think much about it, but then a loud ringing in my ear came causing me to jump to the floor.

A gun shot

I quickly grabbed the knife under my pillow and opened the door slowly looking out. No people to be seen upstairs.

Then again came a gun shot and a loud yell. Probably from someone being shot.

My pulse rose and I felt the adrenaline kick through my body.

I almost ran downstairs trying to get a hold on what was happening.

The front door was wide open and I spotted five men outside. I had no idea who's men it was. If it was Silas's or someone else's.

My heart pumping in my chest as I desperately tried finding someone who could tell me what the fuck was going on.

I quickly went over to the windows searching the front of the house. A big truck was parked behind the gate of the house, but I couldn't spot anyone near it.

Suddenly a man came up behind me and I stood ready to throw my knife at him if he made any suspicious activity. Silas came rushing after him quick on his steps.

"Who the fuck is attacking us!?" He yelled at the man. He hadn't noticed me yet so I stood still waiting for the man to answer him.

"We don't know yet sir. I will send your men out to inspect the truck." The man said calmly.

Pathetic people. They don't know their own attackers. Back home we were never attacked. Mostly because people feared us to much to even try.

The man hurried away and I scoffed making Silas turn to me. His eyes was filled with rage as he looked at me.

"What are you doing downstairs? Get up to your room now!" He yelled at me pointing a finger to the staircase behind him.

"What are you, my mom?" He stepped closer about to drag me with him as his eyes suddenly turned wide. In a heartbeat we were both on the floor and a bullet went straight through the window behind where I stood moment before. Glass shattered and fell down on us.

He was almost laying flat on top of me, only holding himself up a little with his arms so he wouldn't be a deadweight on me.

My chest went up and down rapidly at the thought that I could have died right on the spot.

"Are you trying to get yourself killed!" He hissed still laying on top of me. His face only inches away from mine.

"Get off me!" I tried pushing him off, but he wouldn't budge before he wanted to.

He was about to get up, but threw himself over me again when three more gunshots went off. We both laid there in silence for about ten more seconds.

Yes I counted

Our eyes too stayed still, only focused on one another's. His eyes almost orange in this lighting.

He got up first without giving me a helping hand after, but to be fair I probably wouldn't have taken it.

I stood up and walked away from the windows. Suddenly a man came running through the front door. Seeming like he was in a hurry.

"We caught all the attackers sir. And the only thing we could find in the truck was a bunch of weapons and pictures you might want to take a look at." As the man finished talking Ezra and the other guy from earlier came walking through the door.

"Lock them up in the basement and I'll be down in a few." Silas said and the man left. Probably going to give the orders to his other men.

Silas's expression was blank as he turned to Ezra and the other guy. "Make sure she goes to her room." He nodding in my direction before walking off.

I felt like hurting this man. He annoyed me on a whole different level. Making his friends be my babysitters as if he cares about me.

Without saying a word to the two men I began walking upstairs. Halfway up the ginormous staircase I turned. "I can find the way to the room on my own thanks." I said and continued walking.

I heard steps behind me and I understood they wouldn't listen to me.

As I reached my bedroom door I could still feel their presence behind me. "You might want to clean that up." The black haired guy said making me turn.

"What?" My eyes searching my body for any sort of cut.

"Come I'll help you." He said and lead me into the bathroom connected to my bedroom. Ezra seemed to have walked off.

"Just show me where the cut is and I'll do it myself." He ignored me and walked over to a drawer and pulled out a first aid kit.

I stepped closer to the mirror and noticed my sweater had turned red just above my collarbone. I pulled it down slightly wincing as it was stuck to the cut.

"Leave it, I'll help you." The male said in a demanding voice. He stepped closer to me and I stepped back. "Relax this is my job, I know what I'm doing."

I sighed and let him help me. He set me down on the tub and slightly pulled the sweater away from my wound. He looked at it long before letting go. "It seems you've cut yourself on something." He looked at me questioning.

"Glass." I said without hesitation. From the windows NOT being bulletproof. Who in the mafia doesn't have bulletproof windows?

He nodded and went over to the kit and pulled out some alcohol and cotton pads. I pulled down the sweater so he could get more access to the wound and he gave me a thankful smile in return.

His dark hair hung down in his face as he looked down. It had a good length to it and seemed thick.

I noticed him starting to struggle getting the access he needed. "Do you mind taking the sweater off?" He asked for permission.

I swallowed hard knowing what he would see if I did take off my sweater. "Just so I can clean the wound properly." I didn't mind taking it off in front of him. I liked his calmness, it made me calm.

But I couldn't let him see. No one can see. I shock my head. "I'll do it myself then." I said and looked as his eyebrows narrowed in both confusion and understanding. Although I don't think he understands.

"No, it's fine. I'll try to make it work." He said and went back to my wound again.

After a while of silence I asked him, "What's your name?" I realized I didn't know it.

Another cotton pad went into the trash before he answered. "Alexander." He said shortly. "People call you Alex?" I asked raising an eyebrow at him.

He was very gentle with my cut, so it almost didn't hurt at all when he cleaned it.

His face turned serious. "I've never been called that before, and don't you be the first." Finger pointing at me strictly.

My lip tugged upwards. "Whatever you say—Alex." He glared at me and finally stepped back.

"Are you done?" I asked and I don't know why I sounded so surprised. He had been doing this awhile.

He nodded and packed the kit back where he found it. "Thank you." Was all I said before walking to the walk in closet.

I found a not bloody shirt and changed into it.

Authors note:

Sooo, what do we think of Alexander?
Idc what you say, I likeeee him;)

Quote: You alone are enough. You have nothing to prove to anybody.