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I clutched the blade in my palm forcing it towards his gut.
The bastards surrounding this place raised there weapons aiming them at me.
Analysing his men, I returned my nasty glare towards the figure ahead of me. I drag th...
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Luca Bianchi
Leaning back into the seat I let my head fall back with a sigh. As I bring my head up to wipe the sweat off my face I feel a slight pain in my bicep 'what the fuck'. That's when noticed my arm drenched in blood.
I was so absorbed into this whole shooting that I didn't even notice.
Arlo looked at me with a sly smirk as if he was holding in his laughter. He moved towards me poking my wound causing me to hiss "fuck you bastard", suddenly he pulls a knife out to release my arm from the tight hold of the shirt.
To stop me from losing any more blood he wrapped the cloth around my wound. He squeezed past the seats pulling out a first aid box from the glovebox before returning his attention to my wound.
He learnt this medical shit in order to be here. 'He's a smart motherfucker but just decides to shut off his brain at the most vital shit.' He motioned for me to move up so he could sit on the other side to aid my arm.
"How did you get this?" he said jabbing the spot again.
This time I didn't let it go, I grabbed the knife that was placed on the seat and grazed his leg causing him to squirm.
"How the fuck am I supposed to know" I continued to answer his question like it was a casual thing to go around stabbing each other.
"It's your arm"
Disregarding the question and pulling off the now blood-red cloth off the injury.The bullet didn't technically lodge itself inside my skin but did cause it to bleed. It grazed my arm causing the skin to break. I was lucky, if the bullet had inched to the side just one bit it would have hit me.
Arlo wipes the dried blood from around the area purposely applying pressures to the cut. Forcing me to make a sound of disapproval, I looked at him as if I was about to kill him. He got back to work and wiped the remaining blood and took the bandage from the first aid box and wrapped it around tightly so no more blood would be lost.
By the time he had finished bandaging up the injury, we had reached the hotel. No one had been following us so that we were in the clear and didn't have to move into a different hotel.
As I entered the unfamiliar luminous building, I felt a lot of pressure off my shoulder, I just wanted to lie down and get my mind of this shit.I got out the elevator and into my room.
I dried my freshly washed hair, and as I grabbed my phone I felt the sudden urge to call her . The woman who hasn't left my mind 'oh god ' after a conflict with my mind I finally called her.
The phone was ringing, the grip on my phone tightened 'Why the fuck do i feel so nervous' this woman has her ways for making me feel so tense.
She picked up.
"Hello"
"Hi"
Her hair was messy and all over the place, I saw her face was filled with light smears of paint. 'Cute' .
"What are you upto"
"Cleaning the water I spilled on the floor" I let out a light chuckle.
She starts talking to me about her day as I listed and admire her big round eyes that held so much emotion, the way her lips move so smoothly, her defining cheekbones. I lie on the bed, accidently resting on my injured arm, I hiss.
She pauses "What happened"
"Nothing" she looks unconvinced.
Defeated by her death glare I tell her half the truth.
"So you're telling me, a scratch is hurting you, tell me the truth"
"It's just I put pressure and that's why I winced"
"Show me" I hesitated
"Are you concerned" I smirked.Trying to change the topic from me to her.
" I asked first and no I'm not worried just curious" "Now show me" She pushed me into showing her the injury just the way she was looking at me.
I showed her my arm wrapped in bandages and her eyes softened 'liar' I smiled to myself.
"does it hurt?" "What even happened"
I tell her about the shooting without going into too much detail.
"It doesn't really hurt" I tell her as her eyes still held that concern she tried to hard but failed.
"That's why you yelped like a baby" "Did you go to the doctor"
"So you ARE worried"
"I didn't say that" "It's just because- it's bandaged" She made an angry face that almost looked adorable.
"Well it seems to me you are" I said under my breath so she was unable to hear me.
"You need rest, now go to sleep okay" "I will talk to you later, I have to clean this too" she said pointing the camera to the still wet floor.
"You better sleep" she gave me a warning before hanging up.
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