Boss's Right-Hand Lover

Chapter Eleven

                       Ralph's POV

Sweat droplets poured from every pore of my body as I stood in Xander's office. Seated behind his desk, arms crossed, he stared at me with a cold gaze similar to the one he gave me in the living room with Eva.

"Ralph-,"

"I can explain," I interrupted him.

"After she dealt with Jeff Rolester, I thought that someone of her skills shouldn't be wasted, or at least shouldn't be living a carefree life without some sort of protection or cover. So I brought her here. She didn't want to join the mafia, she didn't even know she was coming here. I hid it from her. So please don't punish her. She's innocent. Punish me instead," I clasped my hands together and closed my eyes, too scared to see his face.

"Open your eyes, idiot," I opened my eyes, and they widened when I saw his reaction.

"She dealt with Jeff Rolester?" He asked with an intrigued look on his face. I quickly took advantage of this.

"She didn't just deal with him. She beat him to a pulp. Broke his right arm and knocked him out cold," He hummed.

"And where is he now?" He asked.

"Currently, he's in a coma and is under the supervision of the police at the hospital," I replied.  Xander stroked his chin as he leaned his back on his chair.

"Jeff Rolester. Known for serial murder and rape. A very wanted criminal by the police, but very hard to catch. They've been chasing him for months, and yet this little girl was able to track him down," he grinned.

"Interesting," I gaped at him.

Did he just smile?!

"Bring her in," My jaw dropped.

"Huh?" I asked dumbfounded.

"I said, bring her in. I want to speak with her," I nodded slowly and left his office. I walked back to the living room.

"Yo, Eva," I opened the door and walked inside.

I choked on my saliva when I was suddenly kicked in the stomach. I wheezed and fell to the floor with a thud, groaning in pain as I held my throbbing stomach.

Is this what a period feels like?

"Oh My Gosh, Ralph! I'm so sorry," Eva knelt beside me.

"I thought you were some assassin Xander sent to get rid of me," I sat up.

"Why would you think I was an assassin?" I groaned.

"Because you were gone for a long time. I thought they killed you and were coming for me next," I looked at her.

"Then what if they had me contained? Would you have abandoned me?" I questioned her.

"Obvi. Rule number one, in every dire situation, escape first, form a rescue plan later," I gaped at her.

"What if they killed me before you came to my rescue?" She shrugged.

"It'd be your fault then. I didn't tell you to bring me here," I shook my head in disbelief.

"Nice to know you care," I said in sarcasm.

"You're welcome," She smiled. I stood up.

"Anyway, the boss wants to speak with you," She froze.

"Why?" She asked worriedly.

"Let's just say, he's impressed," She raised a brow at me in confusion.