Fall in love with an assassin

Chapter 16

All through the night, Nikolaj gnashed his teeth and shrugged his shoulder because of the ache he was in. Neither Belle nor he could sleep. Every time Nikolaj moved, Belle would prop up on her elbows to help him. She could see how much pain and undergo he was in. She was suffering too; she could feel his twinge.

"It almost down." He said while both of them were staring at the sun's ray infiltrating through the half-moon shaped window. Belle relaxed her muscles slightly, but without moving from the same comfortable position she was in, on his chest.

"Do you have to go out today, too?" She asked.

"I must finish what I started yesterday." He answered observing at the ceiling.

Belle propped up on her elbow, looking into his eyes: "Don't go." She said faintly. "Your wound has to heal! And what if you get shot again? Have you considered that? If they had shot you on a vital part instead of..." She began to say, but Nikolaj kissed her and blocked the back of her head with his hands.

When he let go of her, she was surprised but concentrated. He smiled amusingly.

"Do you worry about me, Belle? I thought you had no heart for us sicari." He said jokingly.

"About you only." She replied.

Nikolaj became serious. He continued observing her and noticed that his grey eyes reflected themselves in Belle's chocolate colored ones.

Nikolaj felt his insides twist. If he hadn't been so much in pain, he would have liked to have thrown her down on that mattress. But the burden of the day which was waiting for him was driving him crazy; he couldn't stand being defeated and couldn't wait to get back and kill that forsake man who had shot him.

"Please, don't go." She said. Her voice seemed worried.

Nikolaj propped up on his elbow, stared at her curiously, and frowning at the same time.

"If you were not to come back, what would I do?" She asked.

Nikolaj saw her bit her lower lip; for the first time, he realized that the only person who worried about him was standing right in front of him. Not even his mother cared, otherwise she wouldn't have abandoned him. He understood how much Belle was important to him, and for her, it was the same thing. He wondered how much a beautiful, young woman with such a tragic and tormented past could be in love with him. He, who had a lot in common with her past Lucifer: Ewan Dich. Both were outlaws; perhaps they had killed; both would go to hell.

"I will never leave you, Belle." He reassured her, but he knew very well he couldn't promise certain things unless he was God on Earth. He wondered whether he could stop doing that type of job since Belle was in his life.

Belle's worried expression didn't want to leave his mind. Neither in the shower, nor while she helped him dress his wound with some cream, nor while he was taking the antibiotics and neither while he went down to the trapdoor to get the grey van.

He had said goodbye to Belle before she locked herself up in the bathroom and had breakfast; he had in mind that thing and he couldn't help himself but think about it.

He got into the van. He could feel a sharp pain in his right arm. He tried to imagine that soon he would have shot a bullet in that bastard's head.

He started the vehicle and drove away without noticing that Belle was hiding in the van, crouched down behind the driver's seat, covered with a grey cloth, which reeked of alcohol. Belle had no clue he had used the fabric for, neither did she know why he would have used it that same day, soon enough.