Found Obsession

Chapter 66: Train, going home and recovering a few memories.

The man ignored her and started instructing his team to keep moving. Rose, still seething, took a long sip of her wine, then placed the glass firmly in Raven's chest his hands and fingers soon wrapped around it.

"Hold my drink," she said, fury evident in her eyes as she shrugged off her jacket.

Without a second thought, she stormed after the man who had punched Raven. On her way, anyone who tried to stop her received a quick, effective blow, each hit only fueling her anger as the original offender kept ignoring her, many men where knocked out cold.

Two men nearby watched in awe, eyes wide as the fiery-haired woman effortlessly knocked out anyone in her path. They glanced at each other, then back at the calm man she'd been sitting with. Raven, seemingly unfazed, resumed his dinner, occasionally leaning over to check if Rose was handling herself, before continuing his meal.

One of the men whispered, "Is this... a movie?"

The other smirked. "Imagine her in bed-"

A cold glare from Raven silenced him immediately. Both men gulped, and the second one quickly stammered, "Just kidding... my bad."

After more gunshots, screams, and painful groans echoed through the train, one of the men paled, glancing nervously at Raven.

"Will... will your girlfriend be alright?" he stammered.

Rose, who was already coming back heard this. "How can you ask him that after he was punched?" She knelt beside Raven, gently taking his jaw to inspect the damage, her touch unexpectedly tender.

A small bruise was already forming. "I'll find you some ice," she said firmly. "Stay still."

Raven gave her a slight nod, watching her with a mix of amusement and surprise as she turned, ready to face down anyone standing in her way to help him.

Another round of painful grunts and thuds echoed down the train car, each one met with winces from the onlookers as they watched a few more men drop to the floor. The passengers simply sat, shocked, occasionally closing their eyes with each hit Rose delivered. By the time the chaos settled, Raven had polished off his food and held Rose's wine delicately in his hand, waiting for her.

At last, Rose returned, holding a few pieces of ice wrapped in a towel. She pressed it gently against Raven's jaw, while he took her bruised hands and began wrapping her bruised knuckles in another ice pack with quiet concentration.

"Does it hurt?" he asked softly, glancing up at her.

Across the aisle, the stunned passengers looked from the couple to the line of fallen men sprawled across the train cars, disbelief etched on their faces.

When the SWAT team and police stormed in, they were beyond surprised to find their job already done. Scattered unconscious men of subdued attackers lined the aisles, leaving the officers blinking in shock.

A few passengers, wide-eyed and speechless, could only point down the aisle to a couple seated calmly near the back. Rose was icing Raven's jaw with careful hands, while he held her bruised knuckles in his own each taking turns, both looking more like they were on a quiet date than in the aftermath of a hostage situation.

Rose and Raven were brought to the station, and Rose immediately began protesting.

"Why are you arresting me? He started it; he punched him," she argued, pointing at Raven, who was still casually holding her drink.

"Miss, you're not under arrest," one of the officers explained. "We just want to understand what happened."

Rose sighed, exasperated. "I told you-he punched him!"