Binding Scars

Chapter 30

It only took a tap on her cheek before she instinctively grabbed, pulled and tossed the person on their back on the floor. She hovered over him while he winced in pain. She grabbed the nearest deco and hit him with it making sure he was unconscious.

Coming to her feet, she raced for the door and locked the man in. She began to sprung, not knowing which way to turn. The house looked old and styled Colombian. The front yard looked like the back and the brown clay tall walls didn't seem to end.

Spotting a guard, she had to fight him for his weapon before knocking him into silence. Her heart was beating like a drum on her chest and her body was screaming in pain.

She searched him, took the gun and found the keys. The sound of a gun pressed to the back of her head followed.

"Be very careful what you do next."

The voice threatened.

She stood up straight slowly.

"Drop it."

The voice said before her eyes went around and she realised, she had more guns pointed at her. She dropped it, the man grabbed her hair and pushed her to the open space causing her to fall.

"Careful- she's a price."

A cheerful voice said before a man came and squatted in front of her. She didn't raise her head to look at him, but continued to stare at his shoes and hands making sense of a familiar watch.

"Alexandra.."

The name rolled out of his tongue in all its power. It wasn't just a name, even hearing it she could tell.

He reached for her chin and pulled it up to look at him.

"Problematic whatever breed."

He added studying down her features, he ran his thumb over her lips before meeting her gaze. She pushed him and came to a stand with him following her lead.

"When Niles finds out, you're dead."

"I don't think it's any fair killing a man for protecting his assets."

He waved the men off before tucking his hands in his pockets.

"I rescued you from them, you should thank me."

"Right, and I believe you because you so happened to be right where the crime scene was?"

"No.."

He started walking towards the house, she followed behind him.

"I just happened to arrive first."

"Don't expect me to trust you, I'm not stupid Blanco."

"You injured two of my men, if there's anything I regret even picking you up."

She scoffed, he sat on the arm of the chair, took a cigar and lit it. She snatched it from him and threw it on the floor.

"You had me kidnapped."

"I rescued you from a threat." He corrected, taking another cigar and turning it on.

"By kidnapping me?" She chuckled in disbelief.

"Would you have rather I said, get in. We're here to rescue you?"

Allison snatched the cigar from him again, coming to stand right in front of him. His heart stopped meeting her gaze close by, he was relatively tall and sitting to her height meeting her gaze and those piercing eyes of hers was not on his bucket list. If they had been, he'd had prepared his heart because it was acting out of control for some reason.

"I don't know what sick game you're playing at, but I'll have you know. I'm not some little Missy who's married to some mafia tycoon, before that I was my own woman and if you're involved in this. I swear I'll reap your gut open with my own hand."

Then she stepped back and turned tucking her hair behind her ear with her own heart drumming against her chest. She was brave, not even stuttering while shaking in her boots throwing threats while her own life was on the line.

He had forgot the rhythm, he had forgot how to breath. With his hand on his chest, he pulled himself together before coming to a stand.

"I'm not involved and I have respected you enough not to touch you without your permission. No one has touched you without your consent and all your clothes are still intact. Now that you're awake, I'll have you know that food is ready and a doctor will be coming to see you shortly. Try not to kill him."

She turned to look at him as he began to walk away.

"I want to leave!" She yelled out but he didn't reply to her.

A maid came to her and pointed her to another door. She followed and found a dined table. She sat down and stared at the food for a minute before eating.

In any situation, she would have passed on the food but the possible baby needed the food. She had ate a light meal early before she got sick and threw it all up. She ate calculated, she didn't want to draw attention to her.

One thing she's learnt is that, the dining table was a mafia trap. She pushed her seat back and right when she came to a stand, a sharp pain shot up from her side of the abdomen. She winced as the pain travelled.

"It's a good thing the doctor is already here."

Blanco who had disappeared earlier seemed to have just magically appeared and for some reason it annoyed her.

Her eyes travelled to the doctor.

"I don't need him."

The pain said otherwise causing her to grab the edges of the table.

"Missy you crashed earlier, if I rescued you then I might as well keep you alive."

"That's not my name!."

She yelled in between her teeth, he told the doctor to go. Rolling up his black shirt sleeves, he came to stand behind her then turned her around so her back was to the table.

Unbuttoning from her shirt two buttons below and the one on her black pants, their eyes steady on each other.

"I haven't been a doctor in 3 years, and I hadn't had someone die in my hands unless I really wanted them dead. If you wanted me to tend to you then you should have said so."

She didn't reply, but watched at him while his hands hoovered underneath. He ran his cold hands to her sides, her back and it felt like a cooling  on her lower back.

His gaze long broken as he touched her before coming to a stop on her stomach.

"I'd say 8 weeks."

His hand still rested on her stomach.

"8 weeks far along, what would you say?" He asked moving his hand by her side rib as though calculating the growth of her stomach. She winced from the touch.

His eyes met hers and he leaned forward without uttering a word.

"Don't kiss me, I'm-"

But he had already done; he pecked and smirked.

"I'm married." She concluded.

Blanco was not older than any man on the table. He was mischievous and reckless. He did whatever he wanted because he could afford to. He was good looking, his eyes had a darkness in them and his face was just a complimentary to the tyranny that resided within him.

He hadn't been tied down before, and Niles would actually put him down as he had promised if he persisted.

That he knew, and right about now was the right time to get back on his good books but now why was his wife, the most attractive woman to walk the planet?.