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Angelina Nelson is a Harvard graduate only known for her role as the president's wife. Being married to a workaholic, a cheating bastard isn't all it's cooked up to be.
Turns of events have her life on the line, and it's all in the h...
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3rd POV
Daichi moved on instinct no more like muscle memory, almost as if he never left the war zone. Gunshots were exchanged one for the other until they reloaded their rounds, the perfect time for Daichi to get the upper hand. He just hoped that there wasn't anyone other than Angelina lurking around the house while he was preoccupied.
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
He took everything to his advantage, from using the car as a barrack; to firing when they reload their revolvers.
"AHH," one of the men dressed in black yelped in pain.
Two of the armed assailants covered for their injured comrade as he got in the car.
BANG!
BANG!
They kept shooting as they drove off, and a stray shot manage to graze Daichi's shoulder.
"Fuck, that hurts like a bitch" he cursed putting pressure on his shoulder.
'I haven't felt this drained since dispatch' he sighed calling the cops and an ambulance.
Using what little strength he had the climbed the stairs hoping to find Angelina hiding in a closet. Unlocking the door by slamming his body into it as it popped off its hinges.
On the other side of the closet door, Angelina felt like she was on the verge of a panic attack. From the gunfire stopped she could put down this anxious feeling of Daichi losing his life in her sted, he was a part of the plan. She grab whatever she could get her hands on as the closet door swung open.
" What damage are you gonna do with a plastic clothes hanger?" He tilted his head to the side to avoid the sudden swing from the agitated woman.
'if I wasn't paying attention she would've knocked me unconscious in this state' he thought glancing at the said female as she looked for any major wounds.
"Oh," looking at the item she took up in a hast to bash in someone's face.
"I'm glad you came back in one piece" she sighed in relief.
Giving him a once over to make sure he wasn't damaged beyond repair. the injuries that she could see were the gash over his left eyebrow and the blood coming from his torn shirt on his right shoulder. it looked like the bullet may have just grazed the surface because of a small amount of blood but she was sure.
completely forgetful of the new accessory to her face as she rubs her hand over it, wincing at the burning sensation her nostrils flared.
"Fucking hell!" she cursed as the burning sensation felt like it was on fire.
" We should wait outside till the paramedics come to take a look at your cheek" he spoke up leaving the house.
After the arrival of the police and the ambulance, Rayon arrived looking frantic and anxious-looking everywhere for Angelina.
"Are you okay?" He looked her over to check for any major injuries.
"I hired you to keep her out of harm's way, why the hell is there a huge gash on her face?" Rayon directed his anger toward the stoic male.
Daichi turned his head to the male while getting complaints from the paramedic Stitching up a gash over his eyebrow.
"I did everything in my power to keep her alive." He responds nonchalantly, turning back his focus on the frustrated paramedic trying to patch him up.
"Rayon can you shut up for once" Angelina retorted toward her so-called husband.
From the moment he opened his mouth she wanted to knock his lights out because it was all his fault anyway. Or maybe she was looking for someone to shoulder the blame, Rayon was there the source of her irritation.
"How bout you thank the guy, instead of getting angry over a little scratch" the slight raise of her voice was an indication of her rising anger.
"Imagine if I were stuck in a situation like this with you, I might as well be six feet under," she said sarcastically, glaring at Rayon as if her life depended on it.
' he'd probably use me as a shield for all I know ' she thought grimacing at the unfair death that would've greeted her.
"This isn't funny Angelina, you could've seriously been injured" he argued fraying his arms like a fish on land.
"Whoever said I was making jokes do I look like a clown to you" she replied hissing as the paramedic patched her cheek.
"First of all stop underestimating the bodyguard you hired to protect my life because God knows he would rather be doing something else right now". she stated.
'feels like he wanted him to fail or something ' she sighed massaging her temple.
Completely tired from the previous occurrence, she excused herself to make a phone call. The phone rang until a deep masculine voice answered.
"I assume everything went according to plan, use me however you see fit" the male on the other desperately wanted to hear her respond to him.
" This game of yours is getting old Lina, come see me when you can I bet you look as good as the last time I saw you." he flirted, downing a glass of whisky as he hung up the call.
"Why are you so willing to let her do whatever she wants with your resources?" a male spoke out from his position at the door.
"Let's just say I'm willing to see how far she'll go to twist my arm" he replied glancing at a photograph of them together a few years back.
In reality, what he truly wants is to have Angelina all to himself like it was supposed to be in the first place.
" Yes, how far are you willing to go Mrs. Angelina Nelson." a crazed smile blossomed onto his face.
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