Chapter 2 SPEECHLESS

Jessica's brain still couldn't process anything that had just happened, why did this guy save her?.

Didn't he want to live?Why did he take her chance of dying from her?.

She gently raised her eyes up as she looked at the girl who had taken the hit for her.

For her, the bullet would have touched her heart, however because of the impact he made, the bullet had only landed on his shoulder.

Passing through and brushing hers just a little bit. She also noticed that their area was now covered with his blood.

And if this continues, he could die from losing a lot of blood and she could die from suffocating as she didn't know how long she could hold her breath.

The men seem to be searching the areas, so she couldn't go up to gasp for air.

The last thing that held her down was the supposed unconscious stranger who had pinned her underneath him.

His eyes were wide open when he had felt her gaze on him. He eyes not leaving her one minute, as he knew a movement from her could cause those men to shoot.

He noticed her face becoming pale, he knew she needed air soon. He on the other didn't, as he was trained to stay under water for a long time.

However, he is still reminded that his fate lies with her movement, and that means he needs to keep her still as much as possible.

Resulting in a kiss, as he uses his mouth to seal her lip the moment she opens them, this causes Jessica eyes to open widely, frozen by what had just happened.

This went on, till they heard the retreating footsteps, and a long silence gave them assurance that they were gone.

She immediately broke free, going up to gasp for air. " Are you insane?" She asked, expecting the stranger to come up with her.

But he was up, she decided to dive down, only to find him struggling to get up with her.

" Shit," she exclaimed, realizing his injured shoulder made it difficult for him to swim.

She swam to him, helping him up to the top, and together, they both swam to the nearest shore.

Her heavy panting noise could be heard the moment she let go. " For a healthy girl, you seemed quite lazy," he muttered, watching her catch her breath.

" Lazy, I just saved your life" she screamed. " It is not a big deal, beside I saved yours first," he said, his eyes never leaving her.

Jessica scanned her body, only to notice that the water had made her clothes cling to her body, revealing her body.

" Pervert," she yelled as he chuckled. " I can see you still have energy, just keep that body till we get to the hospital, I don't want to be carrying you," she said, putting her hand to stand him up.

" Damon," he introduced, taking her hands as he stood up. " Well, I didn't ask for your name," she commented.

" Feisty," he teases, letting out a soft chuckle. She rolled her eyes, supporting him as they heard Main Street.

" I think you can leave now," he said, as they both stood in front of her car.

" Are you crazy, you need medical attention," she yelled. " I can go to the hospital, not yet," he calmly said.

" So what is your plan?" She asked. As he ignored her, walking ahead of her.

She entered her car, thinking twice about this stranger, she barely knew him, yet she couldn't and didn't want to let him die.

As a doctor, she couldn't just let him die, he had practically become a patient in her eyes.

Starting her engine, she drove her car, stopping in front of him. " Get in," she said.

" I told you, I can't go to the hospital," he said. " I know, but I can't just leave you like that," she says.

" Why?" He asked. " I can treat you," she replied, avoiding the question. " I'm a surgeon," she informs me.

" You do not want to get mixed up with me," he warns. " I don't plan to, once your wounds are safely secure, I can leave you to do whatever you want," she sharply replied.

"Are you going to take my offer?" She asked, watching Damon lower his eyes a bit.

After a while, he opened the door, which caused her to smile, as she drove off.

" For an injured guy, you sure have a lot of attitude," she muttered. He smirked, his eyes eyeing her, as he slowly lost consciousness.

" Well, you tried holding up so long," she said, increasing her speed. Stopping at her hospital to get some tools and medication.

She left out a soft sign when she had arrived at her destination. Rushing in to prepare the place.

She opened the door, leading him upstairs, and dropping him on the bed. Before rushing to get what she had gotten from the car.

She immediately started the treatment, cleaning the wound and began stitching it, before bandaging it.

By the time she was done, she could see the sun rising. She had her bath, taking her breakfast, still leaving some for him and a note. Before heading to work, changing to a clean clothes the moment she entered.

MEANWHILE.

Damon had woken up, to find himself in a storey building. He stood up, exploring the place, from the window, he could tell it was far from the city.

He could also tell it was an old house. Apart from the room he was in, the whole house furniture was covered, all releasing large amounts of dust when touched.

He finally comes to the kitchen, seeing the food and drugs with a note with instructions on how he should take them.

He couldn't help laughing at her handwriting." Well, she is a doctor," he muttered, settling down to eat.

Hours passed, and Jessica had closed from work, stopping to buy some groceries and male clothes, before heading home.

She opened the door, locking it immediately before proceeding to drop the groceries in the kitchen, before heading upstairs.

His eyes opened the moment she had opened the room door. " I see you rested enough," she said, dropping the bag of clothes in front of him.

He rolled his eyes at her statement. " Rested my foot, what was in the drug you gave me?" He said.

She smiled, as she had purposely added a sleeping pill, so he won't go around her stuff or stress the hand.

" Something to make you heal quickly. " Look, some pills have side effects like this, so it makes you sleep, it's just the side effects of the drug, the sooner you heal, the faster you won't have to take it," she defended when she saw his stare.

" Change your clothes, while I go make dinner," she sharply said, leaving immediately, without giving him a moment to utter any word.

A small smile creeped in his lip, as he proceeded to change, taking his time so he doesn't stress his wounds.

Before going downstairs, sitting on the table as he watches her cook.

" Do you leave here alone?" He asked, trying to start up a conversation.

" This isn't my main house, I only come here when I'm on vacation," she replied.

" Ok," he muttered. Not knowing what to ask next. This left them in an awkward silence.

And the only noise that followed, was the sound of her dropping his food in front of him.

" Not the very best, I suck at cooking," she informed me.

" Well it nice," he complimented, causing Jessica to laugh.

" You haven't eaten it yet and you say it's nice," she said in between her laughter.

" I don't need to, as far as it was made by someone so beautiful, it would be delicious," he teased as she laughed the more.

" Did anyone ever say you had a beautiful laugh," he asked. " You are teasing me, do you want something," she asked back.

"Actually yes I do want something, but I didn't compliment you to get what I wanted," he clarified.

" So what do you want?" She asked, ignoring his words. " A cell phone," he replied. " Can I use your cell phone?" He requested.

" Sure, you can" she says, giving him her phone, unlocking it for him.

He immediately head to the news, reading the headline of his missing..

" Oh, those mafia," she said when she had a glance at what he was reading.

" Always wanting control, I really hate them," she said in an angry tone.

Causing Damon to glance at him. finally understanding why she never recognized him.

" Speaking of which, why were they after you?And what do you do for a living?" She questions.

Her curious eyes pierced through him. He could not tell if it was safe for him to reveal to her that he is a mafia Lord.

Normally, he would boast about the money he has and people he controls to other girls, causing them to be drawn to him. But she was different, she already hated the job he does, she hated his identity as a whole.

He looked at her curious eyes once more, as they waited for an answer. And yet he struggles to produce an answer for her.

"What could I say," his thoughts questioned himself. Knowing fully well that he had to reject his identity or accept it.

He could either have her by his side by force or using tricks and lies. All this leaving him speechless as he is yet to produce an answer.