The Good Bad Girl

Chapter 33 Covering Wounds

"Get Dr. Marcos at the villa in an hour," I say in my roughest voice and put the seat belt across Mi Zorro's waist. 

I can't believe the thing that happened just now. One minute we were about to kiss and the second she fainted. I am such an asshole. How can I forget she is injured? Her fucking arm was covered in blood and I was hoping to get a kiss from her. 

Those lips that had touched me only once and I have been craving it since then. "Ay, dios mío. Me estoy volviendo local," 

I softy close the passenger door despite the rage of emotions inside me and take my seat behind the wheel. I was angry at myself for letting her sit with an open wound while we talked about that son of a bitch.

Speaking of which, I need to get all the intel on him and this kid that he kidnapped. I can't believe some people can stoop so low for their personal greed but I am not surprised. After working under the shadows and in a borderline grey world for so many years, I have come across more sick bastards with even worse morals than this. 

It didn't take me more than an hour to reach my place and have Olivia treated. From the cut, I can say it was self-made. She hurt herself to let Marcello out from the suspicion that they emerged into a mutual plan to save his daughter and his first step against Benedict. 

I am still not convinced about him. He did blow her car. I am not so sure trusting him would be a wise plan when there's a high chance for him to flip on us, considering Benedict still has his daughter. 

I made a mental note to keep a close check on Marcello and his movements before shifting my attention to the doctor who was touching Mi Zorro. My jaw clenches as I watch him wipe the blood off from her upper arm. 

My gaze lingers on his fingers dabbing a liquid medicine on her cut then applying some cream. I didn't realize I was glaring at him until his hands started to shiver. I quickly blinked back the demonic urge that started showing on my face and took a deep breath.

It's okay. He's just a doctor. He needs to touch his patients to treat them. Plus, I know Dr. Marcos, he's a family guy and he has worked with me for so long that he wouldn't dare try to do anything inappropriate with someone he knows has the audacity to turn me a killing machine. 

Finally, after the torturous fifteen minutes, Dr. Marco is done bandaging Olivia. He gently gets up and turns facing me, "The cut isn't deep Mr. Hill but she lost a little blood that resulted in her unconsciousness. Don't worry, nothing is serious. I've already injected some vitamins and covered up her wound so she should be fine after some rest." 

I nod taking note of everything, " Does she need to be careful with anything? Weights, lifting, or other stuff, you know we do at our field,"

He knows what I am talking about. Dr. Marco perked his eyebrow with a hidden curiosity but shoved it away like always. He is aware of what to ask and not to ask from me. "Umm, make sure her cut isn't exposed to water. Also, no pressure on that arm for the time being. Feed her some proteins, throw in some vegetables, she'll be fine like before." He pats my shoulder and seeks himself out of the room.

Luca was waiting outside the door to tend to Dr. Marcos, leaving me alone with Mi Zorro. 

I gently take a seat beside her on the bed and remove a strand of brown locks from her face. Very slowly I stroke her face with the back of my palm feeling her soft skin, reminding myself of the reason why she scarred herself. 

I didn't leave her side for the entire night. I had my dinner on the tiny couch beside the window in the room, I brought my two laptops from the study room and worked while keeping an eye on her.