Deep Attraction

Chapter 9

Vincent's POV
I stand outside Brooke's room trying to open her door. With my lack of patience I end up kicking her bedroom door causing the hinges to fall out. I gently place her onto her bed slowly backing away but stop when I hear her mumble something in her sleep.
"Thanks Cupcake" she says while yawning.
Oh hell no. This girl was awake the whole time I had to carry her.
"You were awake weren't you" I said with a stern glare.
"I woke up when you hit my head against the wall in the living room, Nice one" she says sarcastically while rolling her eyes.
I open my mouth to say something but quickly back away from the door when I hear footsteps. Quickly I jump onto Brooke's bed cuddling her. In the distance I hear faint footsteps walking towards her bedroom door. It was her uncle.
I felt a very strong pain hitting my right nipple. Brooke was biting it. I let out a loud groan diverting her uncles attention towards us. I quickly turn her over and wrap my arms around her waist and whisper "oh sweetheart you really shouldn't have done that" into her ear. Brooke's uncle approached her with her very own pistol. It all makes sense now. He wanted her to leave the house but he didn't know how to get her to leave without making her suspicious. So he called my uncle and me a distraction. He knew she would never stay home if I was there and that I would tag along with her. That leaves my uncle and her uncle here alone, exactly what he wanted. They probably went through her stuff and all of her gun permits trying to frame her but why? It just doesn't make sense? But Brooke is smarter then that. I know she has something up her sleeve. I hear a gun load and in that moment I had a weird gut instinct. Why wasn't I helping her? I don't like her, I don't care for her, I don't want to see her but why is this bothering me so much? My Adrenalin was pumping. Brooke stretches her arms upwards and presses her hands against the headboard. It looked like she was stretching. Why is she so calm about this? Questions bombarded my head. Within seconds over 150 men quietly made there way into her room. Some through the window, the door, the vents. I like there coordination. With one swift single hand motion from Brooke a man tackled her uncle to the floor taking the gun away from his reach. They then handcuff him and lead him out the door. Before they take him away Brooke gets up and walks over to her uncle."you really are stupid if you thought you'd get away with your plan. Remember this is my house and I have security, cameras, Maids all over this house to inform me about every single detail that goes down in this house and for your information you don't fuck with me because now you'll have to learn that the hard way. By the way I have CCTV recordings of you violating the law which I will show to the police, and even if you by chance do get bailed out I'll make sure I make ur life a living hell and you are no longer eligible to live in this house or to be apart of this gang.
Brooke leaves the room after gathering some files from under her bed.
After brainstorming a bit I go into some rooms trying to find her. Damn this house is huge I find her in a room changing clothes. Through the crack in the door she was wearing a burgundy lacy bra with matching panties. She slides on a crop top sweatshirt with a pair of shorts. She takes a seat at the computer chair and starts looking through some very thick files. She runs a hand through her hair in frustration. As she gets up form the chair she turns around and I quickly snap a picture of her and hide behind the vase.

As she walks past me I sneak up behind her and scream BOO causing her to fall down 4 sets of stairs. This is so funny. I don't bother checking on her since she's unimportant. People may call me selfish but what they don't know is your past makes you the way you are. After a few minutes I decide to check on her. She's still on the floor with her hands on her face. She was bleeding from so many places on her legs, mouth, arms, Stomach. The floor was full of blood. All of this couldn't have happened from falling from fucking stairs. I crouch down beside her and gently remove her hands from her face she wasn't crying. "Hey sweetheart it's okay to cry you know? How did this happen" I asked sounding concerned when in reality I was this close to murdering that person. I don't care who that person is but I will kill him. Nobody touches what's mine especially not my wife even if I hate her.
"Those fucking gang members of yours came here, put silencers on there gun and shot me twice in the leg the other guy cut me in un countable spots and I left my pistol upstairs. You don't need to act concerned I know you planned all of this" she snarls.
"Wait no I swear I had nothing to do With this" I say sounding unbelievable.
She stands up and limps towards the living room grabbing her phone. She dials a number and in a few minutes a private doctor appears giving me a dirty look.