Deep Attraction

Chapter 3

Vincent's POV
Tonight at the harbour I was ambushed. I was wounded with gun shots in different parts of my body. I couldn't seek medical attention from the hospital and my house was way to far to drive. My first thought was Brooke. She knows what she's doing and she'll surely understand my state.
She leads me into her beautiful mansion. Quiet large for just one person. She takes me up to her bedroom and I lie down on the bed.
Her room was really classy and elegant I have to admit. She starts rambling through the drawers trying to find something. I admire her from afar. She was wearing lingerie but the way she moved her hips while she looked around for items left me mesmerised. It was an extraordinary moment. She finally walks up to me and examines my wounds carefully.
"The bullets came out when they shot you but luckily it didn't damage any veins, as for the wound in your chest its surely but slowly getting infected" she said while running her fingers slightly over my arm. Her hands felt amazing on my body. Brooke started cleaning my wounds with alcohol pads. She then applies some type of tube into the wounds. I wasn't sure if I should trust her for all I know she could drug me and then kill me but my instinct told me yes. I groan in pain and accidentally grab onto her thigh and squeeze it. I didn't move my hand after that. She was sitting directly on top of me and god was she light.
"Just one more" She says while putting on a big patch of Deep cold to numb the pain. She worked really quick and she caught me staring at her.
"What?" She asks confused.
Brooke then follows my eyes to where I was staring. Her outfit. She puts her face into her hands and I think she's blushing. 
I let out a small laugh as she ties her robe from the front.
"You can leave now" she said with relief.
"I can't drive" I replied as I groaned in pain.
She covers her mouth with her hand and yawns. She was tired. Extremely tired.
"I can give you a ride" she politely suggested. I nodded my head in return.
After we reach my house she notices something in my driveway.
"Um who's car is that" she asks while pointing at the black Mercedes parked near the garage.
"I don't know probably my uncles friend" he said shrugging his shoulders.
She sighs and gets out of the car and mumbles quietly  "I think I found the rat."
Was she being betrayed by someone in her gang? But why was that person at my house?
She walks to the front door and and I follow her like a lost puppy.
Brooke then follows the sound of people talking to the living room. She hides behind the wall so she could hear everything that was being discussed inside the room. She gets her gun out and loads it.
With one swift motion she walks into the room with her eyebrows furrowed together.
"Uncle?" She says angrily.
"Brooke, calm down its not what it looks like" her uncle says motioning her to sit down.
"Your the rat Aren't you" Brooke says shouting loudly.
"Listen Sweetie, all we were talking about was a business transaction" her uncle tells her. I take a closer look at her uncle and remember him as Mr. Robertson. He often came over to drink with my uncle.
"Yeah? What was this supposedly business transaction?" She exclaims, finger quoting while she talked.
"Brooke what the hell are you wearing?" Mr.Robertson asks angrily.
"Shutup and answer my question. You have 5 seconds" she says while pointing her gun straight towards him.
"Before my brother died he wanted me to promise him something. That promise consisted you and Vincent. He said he didn't want his baby girl to die the same way he was gonna die. Obviously he knew he would have been murdered one day. Your father said that when He died he wanted me to create an alliance between the two most powerful gangs in the world."
"And?" She says putting her gun down.
"You and Vincent are getting married or else I'll kill your entire family" Mr.Robertson stated cruelly with no hint of emotions on his face.
"It's not like I have any left" she mumbles as she leaves. I saw tears forming in the corner of her eye, she tried holding them back but failed in attempt. I ran after her knowing I should console her. Even though we hated each other I knew deep down in my heart that my mother would be proud of me.