MARRIED ACCIDENTALLY

CHAPTER 29

Vince's POV

Weary with exhaustion, I push the door open as the clock strikes 4 am. So as not to wake Ann who must be asleep already, I stroll in quietly.

As soon as the door is shut, she sits in bed, watching me with folded arms.

I notice she doesn't take the lights off, whether asleep or not.

“Did I wake you up?” I ask softly, stepping forward. I only came to take a shower before heading to the office.

She shakes her head. “I couldn't sleep. Why are you just getting home?”

I don't know if I should tell her about it.

We went ahead with our plan to attack, but unfortunately, Dante escaped, and Ann's mother was nowhere to be found.

They must have gotten wind of our attack because the place was empty.

I asked Luca to bring the building down, which means they will find another hideout.

I demanded that because of the weapons in his store.

Dante is more than we imagined, and I really hope Ann’s mother is still alive.

“Work,” I only say, strolling past her as I remember what Kyra said. If there was a dumb thing I haven't heard from anyone in ages, this is it.

What she said is dumb. And I doubt I will go back there.
I have the medications already, and I plan to use them.

“Vince?” She calls back, her tongue darting out to wipe her lips nervously.

I focus on the soft lips as memories of our kiss reels back.
It makes me imagine what it would feel like to kiss her right now.

In the dead of this night. And if it would feel different from the two times we have kissed.

I swallow hard when I realize what I am doing.

Suddenly, her eyebrow flew up with shock rippling over her face. She points at my back and scrambles out of bed.

“Are you bleeding?”

I should have gone to my office instead to take a shower.

She gasps and rushes toward me.

“I'm fine. I need to take a shower.” I try to wriggle out of her hold, but a wince leaves my mouth, confirming her suspicion.

She stares at me for a moment before glancing at my blood-stained black shirt. Slowly, she lifts it from behind to see the gunshot wound.

Another gasp leaves her mouth.
Before I can save anything, she pushes me to a seat and grabs the first aid kit from beside me.

Then, I feel the jolting of my heart again, just like this morning.
The loud jolting makes me ponder Kyra’s statement as I watch Ann fuss over me.

Getting a gunshot wound is no longer a new thing. I just wanted to shower and get it treated, but here she is doing that for me.

For the first time in years, I feel a strange emotion.

My mother loves me but she indirectly does that. I never had anyone show me so much care. Probably because in the Mafia business, we don't show our emotions.

Mother taught me that in an indirect manner. As for Father, we barely saw eye to eye.

That warranted my closeness to Fernando, even though I hated making friends.

Fernando was the total opposite of me. He forces me to talk and compels me to challenge him.

But Ann makes me feel different. Even though my world is dark and my life is dangerous, she doesn't make me feel like the sinner that I am.

I respect her, but I do not believe in love.

“What happened? Where did this happen?” Her tone is filled with worry and concern as she treats my wound and bandages me up.

Before I can answer, she takes the first aid box away and rushes into the bathroom.

A few seconds later, she comes out with a bowl and a towel hanging around her neck.

She sits before me and wipes the wet towel over my body and arm.
“Your temperature is high. This should help.”

In awe, I continue to watch without a word. Was she up because she was worried about me?

After wiping my body, she signals to me to lie on the bed.

Meekly, like a dove, I obey.
Probably because I am weary with exhaustion to disobey.

“I told you I was fine. This isn't the first time…”

“It doesn't matter. You should always treat it before it gets infected,” she quickly tells me.

It makes a smile crawl to my face.
No one dares to cut me short. But here she is doing that. However, It doesn't offend me. It only amuses me.

She sits beside me, watching me, the creases of worry on her forehead still present.

“I'm fine, Ann. I have some work to do…”

“Sleep!” She orders instead. “The work can wait. You should get your strength back.

The moment you walked in, I knew something was up. You looked like you were going to fall any moment from now.”

I don't say anything.

“Do you sleep at all?” She asks after a moment of silence.

I shake my head. “Not really.”

Feeling refreshed from what she did with the wet towel over my body, I started to feel sleepy.

The fear of having another nightmare jumps into my heart. I am supposed to start taking my medications as prescribed by Kyra, but I don't want Annette to know anything.

I can't take it in her presence.

“I'm hungry,” I voice out the only idea that hits me. “Get me Christiana.”

“Oh!” she mutters and stands up quickly. When she moves to the exit and opens the door, I rise quickly to retrieve the medicines.

I stroll to the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water, which I gulp alongside the three tablets.

I move back hastily to the bed and drop the half-empty water beside me.

When a knock comes to the door, I drag out the bedside drawer to toss the rest of the medicine in before lying down on the bed.

I close my eyes to pretend to be asleep. I am not hungry. I only did that to get her out of the room.

“Vince?” Her soft voice reaches my ear with her breath fanning my entire face.

It makes me imagine her face hovering over mine to see if I am genuinely asleep.

“I think he's asleep. I will let you know when he is up.”

The door opens again and closes.
A few seconds later, I feel her hand on my neck region. The hand moves to my face, and she takes it away quickly.

I start to feel drowsy, but before I fall into a deep slumber, I feel something wet on my forehead.

And I had a dream this time.

Of Annette kissing me.