chapter-11 "mistake?"

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Lucas pov♤

"I fired at the men who had opened fire on us. 'Benjamin, look to your right!' I shouted when I noticed someone approaching him."

"Benjamin shot the person approaching him as I grabbed his hand and started running for cover. We took shelter inside a nearby mall."

"We began running inside the theater hall. Since it was pitch black, we moved through the seated crowd. That's when I heard a woman start cursing at Benjamin."

"'Don't you have eyes, asshole? Can't you see I'm sitting here, you bastard? How dare you sit on my lap like that!" the woman angrily cursed. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you sitting there. It's entirely my fault,' Benjamin apologized."

"'Why are you sitting here? Show me your ticket. Did you sneak in past the guards?' the woman bombarded him with questions. 'Can't you just shut up?' Benjamin yelled back at her."

"Oh, so now you're screaming at me? Well, let me show you what I can do," she said firmly as she extended her hand, emitting a blinding light. Panic surged through me as I rushed toward the woman, pushing her hand away. In that moment, her power affected all three of us.

The three of us were suddenly transported to a women's restroom. The women inside started screaming and rushed out in a panic. "Damn, you used my own power against me?" she questioned, gripping Benjamin by the collar as she stared him down.

"How dare you grab my collar like that?" Benjamin snapped, shoving the woman over the counter and hovered her. "Benjamin, no!" I called out, but it was clear he wasn't listening.

He cuffed her hands, locking them behind her back, and with one hand, he gently cupped her chin. "Well, you were the one who started the fight, even after I apologized nicely. You transported us here and grabbed my collar like I was the one at fault," he said, raising an eyebrow, his arm still bleeding.

Her eyes widened when she saw me, and then it hit me: it was Andrea, the one who had gathered all of my information on Luna. "Ben, it's Andrea-the one who stole my information," I said, leaning against the counter, exhausted from the chase.

"I see, it's you," Benjamin said, his gaze locked on her. As she attempted to free her hands, he tightened his grip, leaving an imprint on her skin. "Don't move, or else-" he paused, cutting himself off mid-sentence.

"Or else what? Gonna kill me? Go ahead; I'm not afraid," she replied confidently. Benjamin chuckled in response. "Killing you? No, princess. I'll kiss those tempting lips if you don't stop squirming now," he said with a grin, making me laugh despite the tension in the room.

After hearing his words, she froze. "Good girl," he praised her, his tone surprisingly softening. "Now, I need to tend to my injury, so I'm going to release you.

But don't try to escape. Even if you manage to get out of here, you'll die for sure-our enemies have surrounded the area. This is the only temporary safe place, and the rest is your choice." He locked eyes with her, his expression serious.

"What's your name?" she asked, her voice bold.

"Wow, asking my name even after everything I've done to you?" Benjamin replied, unbuttoning his shirt as he spoke.

"Just answer," she insisted.

"Fine, it's Benjamin Sawyer. Want to share my last name?" he said with a wink, causing both Andrea and me to look at him in disgust over his flirtation.

"Eww, no thanks," she replied, making me laugh.

"Why not? Look at me-I'm hot and handsome! What's wrong with my features? Am I not good enough?" he said, showing off his upper bare body and flexing his abs dramatically.

"Ben, enough-now wash those wounds," I said, interrupting his flexing.

"Fineee," he replied with a sigh, turning to the sink to tend to his injuries.

"Andrea," I called her in a low, dark voice, making her shake slightly.

"Yes?" she replied, but before i could say anything else, several men burst into the bathroom, guns drawn and pointed at us.

"Fuck," I muttered under my breath. Before we could react, two of the men approached Andrea, grabbing her roughly and placing a gun against her head.

"Don't do anything to her!" I shouted, my voice rising in panic.

"Then surrender-put your guns down!" one of the men demanded.

Reluctantly, we both knelt, placing our guns on the ground and raising our hands high in a gesture of surrender.

The men lowered their guns, and that's when I signaled to Benjamin. He nodded, and in a swift motion, we both grabbed our weapons and started shooting at the man holding Andrea and other men who stood beside him.

We both opened fire, creating chaos in the restroom. Benjamin sprinted toward Andrea and pulled her outside with him. I continued shooting at the others, taking them down one by one. I shot one man in the knees,taking his capability to walk, and dragged him along with me to gather information.

"Andrea, can you transmit us to our mansion?" I requested. After she nodded, I gave her the address. She extended her hand, and light began to emit from her palm. Just then, Benjamin pushed her hand up, causing her to transfer us all to our mansion.

"Why the fuck did you push my hand? Now I'm stuck here with you," she asked Benjamin, annoyance etched on her face.

"Well, I just needed to talk to you, that's all," he replied, scratching his head sheepishly.

"Goodbye, I'm leaving," she said, extending her hand. But Benjamin grabbed both of her wrists, preventing her from leaving.

"Why so soon? I want to show you our beautiful garden. It's so big-you'll surely love it," he insisted, giving me a signal to drag the man to the basement. As he forcefully led her toward the garden.

"No, I'm not coming with you!" she protested, attempting to escape his grip, but he held her tighter as he began showing her the plants and fountain in the garden. I couldn't help but laugh at how hard Benjamin was working to make her stay.

"Take him to the basement and tie him up," I instructed one of the bodyguards as I turned toward my window to look down at Benjamin in the garden.

"Ben, you're crazy over her! Let her go!" I shouted from the window.

"No, I'm not crazy over her! I'm just showing her the garden," he replied, a hint of nervousness creeping into his voice.

"I believed" i replied as i laughed at his craziness over women.

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