Sweet Revenge

XVIII

There are too many questions in my head and things that I have yet to process from the events of a little while ago.
It is not yet clear to me why anyone would ever try to harm Mr Morello, what that person would have gained by taking the life of a man like him?
There are thousands of other businessmen, so why Nicolai Morello? What did he do to lure someone into anger until they wanted him dead?

Who are you really Nicolai Morello and who is really the man whose life I have to protect at the cost of my own?

However, despite all these questions, I have to stay focused in case something else happens.

We were leaving the building or rather, Mr Morello was still dragging me out of it; his hand still clasped to mine as if for fear that I might escape or disappear at any time and, despite the physical contact it's something I'm not particularly fond of while he is holding my hand I don't feel anything.

I mean, I don't feel that weird pain in my chest or that sense of discomfort that usually leads me to break those kinds of actions immediately.

It's weird cause it's not like me.

My thoughts were interrupted when we found ourselves again in front of the cars that brought us here not long ago.
Mr. Morello, although we had arrived, held my hand for a few more seconds before releasing it, bringing a feeling of cold and emptiness there.
He was still before me giving me a view of his back and broad shoulders without saying a thing, so not expecting anything else, I started to head into the other car behind when, just a few steps away, I felt something squeeze my wrist.
When I turned around I was met with Mr. Morello's handsome face.

Kyla you shouldn't make these type of comments, it's inappropriate.

I thought, but there's nothing I can do about it if it's true now can I?

"Would you mind getting in the same car as me for now Ms Williams?"

I raised my eyebrows in surprise not expecting such polite words from him.

Not wanting to contradict him, I shook my head before opening the car door and letting Mr. Morello get in, I followed him just after sitting on the right side of the car, leaving some space between us.
The driver started the car soon after.

"Where do I take you sir?"
He said, not taking his eyes off the road.

"To the mansion"
Mr. Morello replied.

I moved my gaze to the window wondering whether to ask him the same question again, knowing already that I would probably get a rude answer due to my insistence but this is my job.

Make sure Mr. Morello is okay.

"Sir, I know I've been asking you this for a while now but are you sure you're not hurt?"
I said turning my head only at the end of the question in order to look at him but to my surprise he had already his gaze on me.
After a few seconds of staring at each other Mr. Morello finally answered me.

"Yes Ms Williams I'm fine"
He said, his eyes roaming all over my face until they stopped first on my left cheekbone and then on my lips which must have gotten a cut from the punch that that son of a cow gave me earlier.
With his eyes still fixed on my lips, Mr. Morello began to advance towards me, occupying the place in the middle of the car that I had left to keep a certain distance between us.

Once I felt he was a little too close for me I did not know what to do, whether to look at him or move my gaze somewhere else.

But since my name is Kyla Williams I decided not to look away, and the more I looked at him the more I noticed some details of his face that I didn't have the opportunity to grasp before, like the small mole under his right eye and the light brown freckles all over his nose and some also on both cheeks.

Damn, he really is a beautiful man.

He then tilted his head slightly, reached out his hand and said something I never thought could come out of his mouth.

"May i?"
He said now looking me in the eyes.
My eyes widened a bit in surprise.

Wait a damn minute! What is going on right now?

Not giving him a verbal answer I nodded, a little uncertain about what his intentions were.

As soon as he saw my gesture, his hand advanced until it was in contact with my left cheek, making soft movements as to not hurt me and then slowly began to descend until it reached my lips.

My eyes were nailed to his and I could see different emotions crossing those gray irises, emotions I had never seen on him before.
Lightly rubbing his thumb on my lower lip, he made contact with the wound causing a hiss of both pain and surprise to leave my mouth.

"I'm okay sir."

I said and saw as he slipped his other hand inside a pocket of his suit's pants and pulled out a small round white box.
He handed it to me averting his eyes from mine and clearing his throat a little before saying "It's a lip lotion, it'll heal your lips faster"

I furrowed my eyebrows slightly not expecting a similar gesture from him.

"Thank you sir but you really didn't have to"
I said playing a little with the box on my lap.

"It's the least Ms Williams. You saved my life today."
He said now moving back to his original seat.

"It's my job sir"
I replied before moving my gaze back to the window with a silly smile on my sore lips even tho I was still incredulous about what just happened.
Is the man next to me really the same Mr. Morello who ignored me for all these days?

The rest of the journey was spent in silence.
I was starting to feel excruciating pain in my side but we were almost there and I would have checked later.

When we arrived at the mansion, about twenty minutes later, I got out of the car and a certain dizziness hit me making me lean against the car door, for a moment I saw black dots and felt the urge to throw up.
However, when I noticed that Mr. Morello was coming towards me, I immediately recovered myself and once he started walking in front of me I noticed drops of blood dripping from my side, leaving a trail behind me.

My suit was soaked in blood, luckily it was black so it wasn't very visible but to avoid losing any more I put my hand on my bloody side and squeezed a little hissing in pain.

Once inside the house I felt my legs giving up and my body becoming heavy.
Cold sweat rolled down my forehead and my breath was short.

My hand fell from my side giving the blood the opportunity to fall to the marble floor but despite that I kept walking until I stopped feeling faint and, in that moment I heard a loud scream coming from somewhere near me.
My vision became more and more blurred and my eyes heavier; Mr. Morello, hearing the scream too turned around, his eyes widened as he saw all the blood that was dripping from my side to the ground.

And, after that everything went black, I felt my body fall backwards expecting to hit the floor but instead I ended up on something soft and ... muscled.

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