The Tattooed Bad Boy

Chapter Fourteen

I stared at him. I think I did hear that name before, but I wasn't sure. Hunter cleaned up the wound and bandaged it up. I have no idea how I always end up injured so bad, that I almost die. I waited for Hunter to speak, but he got up and started calling someone. I stared at the ceiling. I was still on the couch, in just my bra and the shorts that I was wearing. I wanted to put on my tank top, but I somehow felt numb. I hate feeling like this.

I feel so weak and pathetic. 

I kind of wanted to know who Zachariah Anton is. Even his name sends a shiver down my spine, giving me the chills. I could hear Hunter's voice, but I couldn't understand a word he was saying. I sighed. I wanted to know what all of this was about. Was Hunter in some sort of trouble? What did he do to get men to just walk up in his house and start shooting? Why would he even shoot me? 

"Yeah, thanks," Hunter said as he walked over to me. 

He carelessly threw his phone on the coffee table and looked down at me. He shook his head and helped me sit up. I felt rather dizzy. I was surprised I didn't faint yet, or didn't die.

"Hunter," I looked at him again. "Who is he?" 

Hunter just froze and stared at me. It felt as if he were scanning me, wondering if it would be a good idea to tell me everything. Honestly, I didn't even know if it would be a good idea for him to tell me. I don't know if he actually did trust me that much. But then again, I just got shot by someone and I probably have the right to know what that was for. Hunter sat down next to me on the couch and took a cigarette from the table, lighting it up with his lighter. 

"He's head of a mafia gang." he said and my eyes grew wide. 

He placed the cigarette between his lips and looked at me, waiting for an answer. "What does the mafia want from you, Hunter?" 

"He wants me back." he said as the smoke floated out of his mouth. 

Hunter was part of a mafia gang? 

"What?" I finally managed to say. I have no idea why I was so shocked about this. 

"I was Zachariah's right hand. I was the best he could ever have." he said. 

"Hunter..." I breathed out. "I- I don't know what to say. You're just eighteen! Heck, you were a teen!" I said. The shock was clearly to be heard by the sound of my voice. 

He stared at me. "I don't know what you'll do when you hear the rest of the story." he inhaled the toxic chemical. 

This actually does get worse. The look on his face was completely serious. There was no hint of playfulness, there was no smirk, no smile; nothing. Just his eyes that just blankly staring at me. I wanted to know what happened. I wanted to know why all of this was happening. I blinked and pursed my lips. 

"I want to know." I said. 

Did I really want to know? 

Hunter just stared at me. "I know." he placed the cigarette in the ashtray. "But I can't tell you right now. You'll find out some other day. You need to rest now. You lost a lot of blood and you're probably in a state of shock." he said and got up from the couch. 

I didn't say anything. I just stared at him as I nervously played with my fingers. To be honest, I don't think that I wanted to know any of this at all. I was scared that I was going to start thinking differently about Hunter. I didn't want all of this to be bad. I was actually starting to like Hunter more than I used to, and I don't want that to change. Hunter is an important part of my life now. Basically my whole story revolves around him now. He's all that matters for me.