"Enough!" Carol said, codly as she turned around to face that guy, she ripped another side of the dress.
                              "Seem that your bitch like me Mr. Sinclair." He smirking, I want to ripped that smirk off his face.
                              Carol place her hand on that guy shoulder, I don't know what she do, but that guy groaned in pain. the rest of the guy flinch when they saw that guy knelt in front of her, she press that guy shoulder, kicking away the weapon he held. 
                              Good job Carol! I let myself go when this guy were shocked "Bitch!" I fists and kicking three of them.
                              I run toward Carol, glance at the fat guy who lay down the street holding his shoulder, "Are you okay?" I open my suit, wrapped her with it, I embrace her "You must be afraid." 
                              The police came and take all of them. My driver, Harry was taken to nearest hospital due to the cut he gets. 
                              "This guy been a terror in Paris, stealing from tourist and doing a lot of crime, Mr. Sinclair, we're thank you for help us." one of the cop said, "Are you okay?" 
                              "I'm okay, but my lady here seem shocked," I gesture at Carol who getting check by the nurse.
                              "I hope she'll be fine soon." He said, "One of them is paralyzed, I'm not sure when he will get normal, you're really brave Mr. Sinclair." 
                              Paralyzed? The fat one? Because of Carol? How she do that? 
                              "Ah-- yeah, I-- I must check on her." 
                              "Okay, thanks once again, Mr. Sinclair." 
                              **
                              I open my suit changing to the new clothes, I clean myself at the bathroom, my thought back when we're on the street, where Carol were hamstrung that guy, I was looking into her eyes, she wasn't scared, her eyes, it's was dark, cold, and deathly. She looks scarier than that four guys, she harm him by a first touch, only a highly skill person with a lot of practicing could do what she do tonight. 
                              I went out from the bathroom, I'm shocked when I saw Carol standing beside the bed. She still wore that £. 12.000,- ripped dress. She's blankly staring at me.
                              "I'm sorry, I coming in without knocking." She said, walking toward me.
                              I study her face, "Are you okay?" 
                              "I'm scared, I don't know what I'm doing," 
                              I hug her, "It's okay, it's already over," I said, caressing her back, I felt a thick liquid on her back, I turned her around her white dress went red by blood, I didn't see it, or mayble because it's was cover by my suit? Why she didn't told me? "You're hurts!" I said, frustradly turned her over to face me. That's the reason she looks pale.
                              "It's only small cut" 
                              "It's a wound!" I grab my phone, about to call another driver to took us to hospital.
                              She held my hand, "You're shaking." She said, of course I am, she's hurt and I'm panicked, "Franco, calm down!" 
                              "How can I calm? You're hurt!" I exclaimed, sighed "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yelled at you, let's go to the hospital." I grab her hand
                              "Easy Fran, I need the aids, can you take care of me?" She said, softly. 
                              I stare at her, nodded my head, went out from my room to take all the things I need to nurse her. I went back to my room, I saw Carol sitting down on my bed, watching me as I walked closer toward her. 
                              I put the aids on the bed, Carol turned around giving her back at me. I can't start working if the dress still on. Seems like understood to open her dress, she open it, hissed in pain when the dress went off. 
                              She is only in her underwear, crossed her arms across her chest to cover it, I swallow hard.. 
                              Once I finished cleaning her wound, I apply the bandaid and plaster, I went off to my closet to take one of my shirt. She still sitting down on my bed with her arms crossed to her chest. 
                              "Wear this." I give her my shirt
                              "Thank you!" She said, softly. I turned around while she put it on herself "Thank you for saving me tonight." She said, I carefully turned around, she already wore that red shirt on her, it's too big on her small frame, shit! She look cute. 
                              I gulp, avoid to look obvious that she turned me on, "You're the one who saved us." I said, she just quiet. 
                              "I could kill him if he really touching me," She said, "Brian teach me to protect myself," 
                              I understand now, "That's good, you and Brian is really that close?" I stood in front of her, not really sure to join her sitting on the bed. 
                              "Yes, he always helping me." 
                              I smile, Carol is quiet person, she's not really having friends in college beside myself, I was afraid if other kids bothering her, but she is the one who close herself to the society. She must be had hard life in highschool. 
                              She held my hand, I flinched, "You seem uncomfortable, what's wrong?" 
                              I looked down on our hand, "I'm go---good" I shuttered, took a deep breath. "I saw scars on your back, did you ever get hurt before? It's seem pretty bad." 
                              She open the button of the shirt to her cleavage and showed off the shoulder, I gulp, can she stop doing it? "This one?" She asked, innocently. 
                              I looked away, "Yes." I said, discomfited
                              She giggle, "When I was in highschool I got this injury from kids who hates me." She said, lift of the shirt up to her belly "This one I got from car crush," 
                              I don't know what happened with her back then, but that scars explained to me how bad was her life is, she is just woman, what's kind of life she been through?
                              My heart beat faster, I touch her stomach to her waist, lift her to my lap, I'm staring into her brown eyes, she is so pretty, I really want to kiss her lips. 
                              Surprisingly she place her forehead on mine "I'm so lost, in between to like you as a friend or a man." She said, kiss my forehead.
                              Did she just telling me she likes me? She actually like me more than a friend? I'm not the one who feel it? 
                              She stood up, stand straight in front of me, staring at me, there's a silent between us, until I took her hand to sit back on my lap, I kissed her softly, she kiss me back, wrapped her arms around my neck, I held her waist. Carefully pull her closer to me, without hurting her. 
                              I kissed her neck, she held my head to make me kiss her deeply, she close her eyes in pleasant, I slipped my hand on the shirt. "You're never let me touch you" I said, 
                              "Tonight, I'm all yours" She kiss me, open the shirt.
                              "Once you're mine, you'll always be mine" 
                              **
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