You Before Me |Neymar Jr.|

Chapter 23

I know I said Natalia was wearing a dress but lets pretend she's wearing a fancy blouse and jeans cuz it's more appropriate ;)

Natalia's POV

Previously....

A soft click could be heard as the shooter used their last bullet followed by another as Natalia took of the safety on hers. She leaned across her left side, shooting 6 bullets right under the car. Another loud bang erupted before everything went silent.

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There was a loud bang, louder than anything I've ever heard. My bullet had gone straight into the back tires that exploded as the .44 caliber bullet embedded itself in the rubber. My seemed to stop working and all I could hear was a high pitch ringing sound and muffled noises.

I jumped from my spot behind the car and lunged at the man who was emerging from behind the concrete pillar. Grabbing his collar I pushed him against the pillar as he clawed at my hands. His legs flailed, landing a kick to my stomach. I grunted as he shoved  me to the floor. The wind was knocked out of me but I had no time to recuperate. Using my legs I wrapped them around his neck, dragging him to the floor as well. Grabbing my gun, I used the back end to hit his right temple, swinging his head to the left.

"Who are you and what the fuck do you want?!" I asked, wrapping my hands around his throat. What he did next made my blood boil. He smiled. He smiled, showing off his blood smeared teeth.

"Oh sweetheart, wouldn't you like to know," he smirked. That sent me over the edge. My heart thumped furiously in my chest, working overtime. I reached up to hold my head that ached for some unknown reason. My eyes widened as I saw that my hands were covered in a red sticky substance. Blood. And I didn't know who's it was. My ears suddenly unblocked as I leaned towards Neymar, holding his face in my hands, despite being covered in blood.

"Neymar, are okay? Where are you bleeding?" I frantically scanned his body for injuries but I found none.

"Natalia, I'm fine," he assured me, standing up. I gave him a once over before nodding. He wasn't hurt.

"How's your leg?"

"It's good as new, but I think I should've waited longer before sprinting," he winced.

"Thank god it already healed mostly," I breathed. Who knows what would've happened if he couldn't run.

"Why are your hands red?" he asked, grabbing them.

"It's blood,' I said, making his eyes go wide. maybe I shouldn't have said that. The sounds of sirens could be heard as the police came nearer.

"What?! Who's blood? Are y-"

"I'm fine."

"No you're not!" he exclaimed, pointing at my stomach. I looked down to see crimson spreading around a spot on my shirt. I tenderly touched it with my hands and winced as a sharp sting erupted from the wound. I was shot. Lucky me. It was weird that I hadn't noticed. In fact, I hadn't felt a thing. 

"I'm ok Neymar," I smiled, gently taking his hand while the other applied pressure to my wound. "Trust me."

He gave me a lingering stare before nodding.

"Hands up and drop the gun!" A voice shouted. I immediately did as told and the police came over and frisked us.

"Why do you have a gun?" One of the officers asked.
"Special Agent Rousseau, FBI," I showed them the badge. He nodded, stepping back.
"You're injured," he stated, looking at my wound as I brought my hand back to it. Yeah no shit Sherlock.
"Yes, I am."
The officer nodded motioning for a medic to come. I knew that wasn't a simple thing that could be fixed on the spot. A Gunshot wound had to be treated at the hospital.
"I'm going to have to taker you to the hospital," the woman said, smiling at me. "The police will take you and you're friends statement there."
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"Are you sure you're okay?" Neymar asked for the millionth time.
"Omg yes I'm perfectly fine," I responded, exasperated.
"Why do I feel like you've been through this before?" He questioned looking at me suspiciously as we entered the house.
"Maybe because I have?"
"Wait really?"

Our conversation was cut short by the loud ringing of my phone.
"Hi Elliot," I greeted.
"Natalia! Are you alright?" He asked, sounding extremely concerned.
"Yeah I'm good."
"It's Neymar with you? Was he hurt?"
"Nope we're both perfectly fine Eli."
"Oh thank god," he sighed a breath of relief. "I'm coming over to see you tomorrow. Let's go out For lunch. Like old times."
I didn't even need to think about my answer.
"Don't have to ask me twice," I smirked. Neymar laughed quietly, shaking his head. I chucked my pillow at him successfully making him shut up. He pouted at me, crossing his arms. I felt bad and ruffled his hair. That didn't help, I thought to myself as he slapped my hands away. 
"Scout you still there?" My brother asked.
"Oops yeah I'm here," I grinned sheepishly, even though he couldn't see me.
"I said I'll pick you up at 12."
"Yeah sounds good."
"Love you."
"I love you too, goodnight."
And with that, I ended the call.
"You're brother seems really great," Ney said, pulling my legs onto my lap. My heart rate jumped as his hands made tingling sensations run up my legs. Well this is weird.

Oh Natalia. Indeed it is weird. But not unexpected.