Head over Heels (ON HOLD)

Chapter.6

Remo.

Yes! I did it. I marked the end of my executioner. I was dog tired with blood splattered all over my body.

I didn't want to make death easy for Rocco;hence I proposed the idea of cage fight,to which he easily gave his consent. He too didn't wanna make the game easy.

My eyes searched for her. She was no longer to be seen. I knew it was her. However hard she may try to hide herself from the world..there is no hiding from me.But little did I expect her to turn around to witness this match. But now she was no where to be seen.

Alessio and Romero came to pat my shoulders. Kiara,too came to witness the match and gave me a nod which spoke more than thousand words to me. I made my way to the shower.

While I stood under the shower the door to personal room was opened.
I didn't bother to turn and look as I expected it to be one of my brothers or any other opponent. But the voice startled me

"Thank you." She said.

What was she doing here? I turned around but only saw her heels from the curtain that worked as the partition between us. I was too overwhelmed to answer her back. Her presence itself lighted up my day. I couldn't ask for much.

Fuck! I muttered under my breath for being such an asshole.

Wrapping a white towel around my waist I got out of the shower. Only to meet her shocked eyes. She took in my body and blushed. She was in her casuals. Keeping it simply elegant. There was a sudden urge in me to pin her against the wall and to claim her! But I controlled my animalistic need and looked at her beautiful face.

I always knew that girls found me attractive and I only found it as my boon. But I felt special when she took her own sweet time to access my body.

But I didn't find lust in those eyes. Pain. It was pain that was dancing in her eyes and I saw a tear escaping her eye.

"You are in pain Remo. Your wounds need to be stitched."

I was mesmerized because those tears were for me. Nobody had sympathized with me before,not that I entertained it but her tears made me feel special.

"Its fine! it happens, you dont worry I'll stitch it later."

She came closer,much closer so that we were inches apart. Nobody came this close to me unless they wished for their death. But she was quite different. She didn't know anything about me,my power,my position. Nothing! She was just... innocent.

She pressed her hand on a wound above my collarbone. I winced.

"Where is the first aid?"She demanded.

I pointed to the left corner of the room. She made me take a seat and began to stitch my wounds. She did it with so much precision which made me wonder whether she was specialized in this field.

When I winced she apologized to me. She was too different from any woman I have met so far. So far,I have only fucked whores ruthlessly. Never did I feel sorry for them.

But here is a woman,sitting right next to me attending to my wounds and feeling sorry for them. Her face was now really close to me. She was really beautiful. Her strawberry flavored shampoo and coconut lotion dangled in the air. Her lips parted on seeing my wounds and the pink lipstick just added to her wheatish complexion.