The Gangster and His Beauty - Gangsters in Love Series

24

My eyes flutter open, and I'm immediately greeted by the sight of Shaion's concerned face. Confusion clouds my mind as I struggle to make sense of my surroundings. The sterile white walls and the faint scent of antiseptic tell me that I'm in a hospital. But something feels like i'm not really in a hospital. Everything feels strange to me now, like a newborn baby brought into the world.

"You're awake!" Shaion's voice is filled with relief as she leans in closer. I try to speak, but my throat feels dry and scratchy. She quickly shakes her head, a gentle warning to keep quiet.

"Don't talk too much. You're still recovering," she says, her voice soft and soothing. I take a moment to absorb her words, realizing that I must have been injured during the firefight. Memories of the intense battle come rushing back, the pain and chaos that engulfed me.

As I take in my surroundings, I notice the various medical equipment hooked up to my body, monitoring my vital signs. It's a stark reminder of the severity of my injuries. I gingerly shift my body, feeling soreness and tenderness in my muscles.

Shaion reaches over and adjusts the pillow behind my head, offering me some comfort. Her presence alone brings a sense of calm amidst the lingering fear and uncertainty. I'm grateful for her care and support during this difficult time.

Questions bubble up within me, a desire to know the full extent of what happened.

"What happened?"

"You got shot in the arm. You lost some blood but luckily they found you just in time."

"They?"

Shaion looks nervously around her as if someone is watching. "Listen, I'm not allowed to speak much on the Twilight gang matters stuff, but let's just say a friend of Gael helped out."

"Where's Gael?"

"He's fine." She simply say.

"What happened to the Thunder Dragons? Are they..."

"You should rest now. You're going to need all your energy later."

Huh? I shoot her a look but Shaion just pats me on my good arm. "I'll ask Kingsley to make you some soup later."

"Shaion." I call her but she leaves the room before without even answering me.

I let out a breath and I lay back on my pillow. I focus on the present moment, on allowing my body to heal and regain its strength. I don't know what happened but I am glad to be alive. My mind drifts to the people I care about, including Gael. I wonder if he made it out of the battle unscathed, if he's by my side, or if he's facing his own recovery. The uncertainty gnaws at me, but I find solace thinking that everything went fine.

The door to my room opens. its Gael. He has a cast on but he wears a small smile on his lips.

"Looking good and beautiful."

"I literally got shot thanks to you."

Gael frowns."Don't be like that."

I can't help but roll my eyes at Gael's nonchalant response. "Well, you probably deserved it," I quip, although a small part of me is relieved to see him here, safe and sound despite his injuries.

He chuckles softly, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of amusement and genuine affection. "Maybe I did," he concedes. "But hey, I got us out of that mess, didn't I?"

I can't deny his resourcefulness and bravery during the chaotic ordeal we faced. Despite our differences, there's a bond that has formed between us through the shared experiences and dangers we've encountered. It's a bond that goes beyond mere words or casual interactions.

I study his face, taking in the lines of exhaustion and worry etched into his features.

"Glad you're okay," he tells me.

"The same for you."

Gael takes a seat at the side of the bed and he plants a kiss on my lips. I moved away from him.

"What's with the cast?"I ask him.

"Andrew tried to break my arm. Fucking psycho. Luckily I fucked up before he got away."

"You mean your friend got you out of this situation."

"How did you..." he pauses. "Yeah I got a friend who came to help out."

"Who is your friend?"

"He's from a smaller gang. Luckily we crashed on their turf and they came to check out the situation, if not then we'll both gonners."

"So, what happens now?" I ask, curiosity tinged with a hint of trepidation.

Gael leans close to me on the bed. He cups my face with one hand. "Stop with the questions already. Just be glad we are both alive and okay. Alright?"

I nod and Gael plants a kiss on my forehead and then my lips. His touch sends a shiver down my spine, a mixture of warmth and uncertainty intertwining within me. I feel a swirl of emotions. It's a tender kiss, filled with a mixture of affection and understanding. Part of me wants to pull away, to resist the complexities that lie within our connection, but another part of me yearns to surrender to the moment, to allow myself to be swept away in this fleeting respite from the chaos that surrounds us.

I close my eyes, allowing myself to be lost in the sensation of his lips against mine. In this intimate exchange, there's a shared vulnerability, a recognition that we are both survivors, navigating the tumultuous waters of our intertwined lives. But even as the kiss lingers, a sense of uncertainty lingers in the depths of my being.

The thoughts I had tried to push aside resurface. I still feel like there are things he's not telling me.

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I missed out on posting new chapters for 2 days sorry 😬