Chapter 7 Troubled by you

Kassandra's POV

I opened my eyes and remembered what happened yesterday. My tears fall, and all the bad memories from the past flow off my mind. I never want to be in this house. Let me just stay under that bridge.

I want to leave this fucking real world. I don't want anything else in this life. If I could only get the chance to kill myself, I might do it.

That trauma that I have had for over a decade has been hunting me. That bitch learns about it, and I was triggered at that time and realized that she's my real enemy.

"I wonder if he locked the door before he left." I mumble.

I grab the door knob, and it opens. I went out and saw the balcony; should I jump there and let my head fall first? I went there and followed the idea that came into my head.

I stood over the porch and looked at the concrete ground that would kill me. My tears fell, and I was ready to step off the porch when I saw cars entering the mansion. What is happening with this convoy? The third car opened, and Markus went out first.

The second man that comes out is him. He is bleeding from the head and has cuts all over his body. What the hell! I jump back onto the balcony and run downstairs. What happened to him?!

I meet them at the front door. Our eyes met, and I saw how messed up his look was and that of some of his men too. Their clothes were dirty and dusty. I put my hand on his shoulder and checked him out.

I held his face, and I saw that cut from his forehead. NO! I remember that time that I saw mom's blood covering her body as she fought against death. Tears fall from my cheeks. Nanny Meryl came out and saw his look.

"Let's go to the medical room," she says. I followed them. I suddenly remember the training that I took after I was traumatized by my mother's death. I promise myself that I will help those who need me. I rip my skirt and use it to tie my hair. I walked closer to him and pulled his tie off.

"What happened to all of you?" I inquire of Markus.

He blinks and look surprised when I yell at him. The other men bring medicine boxes, and I already expected that they are complete with things they can use for this kind of emergency.

"We went out because one of our men is being harassed along with his family in a park. We had a shootout, and the boss saved his child after they used the kid as their shield," he answered.

"Did you call a doctor? There's no way that your group doesn't have a doctor who can come for this kind of situation." I ask.

"He went on vacation yesterday to an Asian country. If we go to the hospital, there must be another shootout, and innocent people will suffer," he added.

I grab the alcohol and sanitize my arms from the elbow down to my palm. Gabriel looks at me. He seems to lose too much blood. I'm glad I know what to do. I grab a cloth and wipe the tears from my cheeks, even if I want to cry again. I put on my gloves and face mask.

"I'll take care of this. Markus, sanitize your hands. I need your help with the things I need. We need to stop these wounds from bleeding!" I remark.

They just watched me, and Markus followed the instructions that I gave. I don't know why he didn't say a word to stop me, but that's good. I don't have to quarrel with him.

I cleaned his wounds, and they told me where he had been shot. I put two bullets in one of his wounds and started cleaning it. It took me almost an hour to clean and dress his wound. He had so many bruises as well. What kind of shootout was it that he was so badly beaten up in?

"Line up for those who have wounds. I'll clean them and dress them for you. Come on!" I remark. They shook their heads.

"We can take care of ourselves. It is just small cuts and bruises," the other one says. Markus looked at them and then spoke.

"I will take care of them. I will help them out. Men, let's go to the other room. Boss Gabriel needs his rest," he says. They all nodded and left. I clean up the messes and put them in the trash.

Because of the medicines that I injected into him, he is now sleeping. I take a bowl and fill it with lukewarm water. I start cleaning his body, which is tainted with blood. I shouldn't be doing this.

I should be happy if he died, but seeing him like this? My heart skipped a beat, and I realized that I don't want that. I never thought I'd feel this way toward a stranger like him.

'I don't want you to die... you. You are the only person who showed me what it feels like to be needed. If you also die, I will be left alone again.'

I remember what I did. I'm glad he came home, and that wakes me up from being a scumbag. I almost took my life again. I shouldn't be if I kept disappearing into the shadows. It will be a dead end for me.

Those two will laugh when they hear of my death, and everything will go on its way. NO! I shouldn't let them be festive in things I've been working on for the past eight years!

I went to the bathroom to clean my hands. I look at the mirror. I remember what he said yesterday. He is willing to provide everything that I need to go back into that society.

"If I have to sign a contract with the devil, then I'll do it," I remark.

My jaw clenched as I gritted my teeth. I can't just die and lose the chance that I had. If I have to follow everything he said. If I have to train this body to seduce something that he will get addicted to, I will do it.

I'll accept his challenges. I don't care what will happen to my body as long as I turn the tables on those traitors! I will make them pay for everything they did!

I went out and took a seat beside him. I grab the chair and look at his face. He is really handsome; he even has long, thick eyelashes. I'm sure women will envy those. I look at his hand.

I held it, and I giggled when I saw that my two palms fit inside. He is muscular and sexy. He is not like the body of Arnold Schwarzenegger or like John Cena and Dwayne Johnson.

As soon as I ripped off his clothes, I saw those scars that he has. Those must be from the beatings from his grandfather and the battles he fought in. His young body was trained to be this big and tough.

But no matter how tough he could be, he is still a human. He can die and get hurt. I stayed beside him until I got tired and decided to lay my head down on his side.

I didn't let go of his hand and closed my eyes to nap. I never expected to be this sleepy after waking up.I haven't eaten my breakfast yet...

"Uhn..." I moaned and opened my eyes.

I raised my head and saw him staring at me. He is awake, finally. I let go of his hand and looked at him. This stupid boss He just let himself be beaten up by his enemy. That is not cool. It's a sign of stupidity!

"How can you let them beat you like this, huh? Did you know I took out two bullets from this side? How can you be full of bruises? You should've had a plan before attacking to maximize the damage, wounded, and casualties! Did you know how scared I was when I saw you full of blood and aching like hell? My goodness, Gabriel! What if that hit you hard and left me without saying anything? How can you be so stupid?"

I stop my fist from hitting him when I realize the situation. He is just staring at me. I end up shedding the tears that suddenly come out of my eyes. Stupid water drops! Bullshit!

"Why am I even crying? Fuck!" I curse out of frustration.

"Did you even know that you are scolding me out of worry? Did you forget what I did last night? Don't tell me you're just acting." he says.

I glared at him and pinched one of his wounds. He groans in pain, and I feel guilty in the end. I blew some air and hoped that it would help take the pain away. I sighed.

"I had a trauma just by staring at a rose and a vase. My mom was threatened by a rose full of blood. There's a car saying that she'll die beside a rose. She sends me to school, and a certain delivery guy said that someone wants to give her a bouquet of roses. She takes it. I watch our car make a U-turn in the road in front of the school. Then suddenly a big truck hit her, and she died."

"Then how about the vase? Let me get this straight, are you sure that truck is not there just to hit her purposely?" he asks. Ehh...?!