Chapter 4 4

Alima's POV

I have a headache; it's faint, but there. Having everything tumble down on me from the events of last night, I jerk up and open my eyes to, or I guess attempt to anyway.

The harsh, bright light flashed on my face

"Did I die and go to heaven?"

I whisper out loud...

Only to hear a chuckle, my eyes quickly shot open to reveal a man in a black suit with jet-black hair standing at about 6'4, I could be mistaken, though.

"Hell?" I thought again

He snickered a bit. While I continued to roam his body with my eyes. I could see the indents from his muscles straining on his suit

Then, without thinking, I looked at him directly, locking eyes with this devilishly handsome man.

He had nice facial hair, and his eyes shone black and green.

He had two eye colours.

I felt my eyes widen a bit in surprise

Not just because of his eyes but also because he was staring at me as well with a light smirk.

Sitting up from the softest bed I have ever had the pleasure of lying on, I scan my eyes around the room.

The room is made up of a lot of blacks and shades of grey and white.

The bed is big and covered in a black velvety comforter that I appreciate a lot.

My mind finally clicked out of my moment of curiosity, it kicked into overdrive

"Where am I?"

"Who are you?"

"Why am I hearing? Am I dead? Wait!"

"Where is my family? I need to see them."

The man is staring at me as still as a statue.

Suddenly he blinks and sits down in a black leather chair against the wall in front of the bed.

He then motions to me with his finger to walk to him. I then see his tattoos over his hand and some around his neck as well.

Slowly, cautiously crawling out of the huge bed, I attempt to walk on wobbly legs when a sharp pain presents itself.

Instinctively, my hand shoots up to my left temple, and I figure that's where the pain is coming from because of the bump I feel and the pain every time I touch it.

I slowly make it in front of this guy that I have yet to meet.

When I am finally in front of him, I go to ask another question when his arms shoot out and tug me onto his lap.

Astonished by his actions, I stiffly try to get up.

But fail as his muscular arms tighten around my waist.

Not being able to look at his face

I say, "I- I- think you are confusing me with someone else."

I then feel him nuzzle his face into the crook of my neck, shaking his head.

Can he speak?

What the fuck is going on here?!

Does he assume I am someone else?

Not protesting against his hold because I'm rather comfortable, I relax a bit into his muscular embrace.

Suddenly I heard a smooth, silky voice utter a single sentence that made my heart stop.

"You're not dead, Bambi."

Stiffening and attempting to get up, I struggle and protest while he seemingly effortlessly continues to hold me.

"I need to go. Let me go!"

"Who the hell are you? What the fuck am I doing here? How? HOW?!"

One of his hands slowly makes its way to my neck and squeezes gently. I halt all of my movement and swallow thickly against his hand.

"Calm down, Bambi, just breathe."

I can't even begin to explain what his voice does to me. "You are in my home with me sleeping in my bed."

"Have your questions been answered to your liking?"

Focusing on his voice, I make out the gruff accent he has.

It's got to be Italian or something close, I guess.

"Not qui-"

He interrupts me with

"Good."

Signalling to me that he is done talking?

I sit in his arms for what feels like forever.

When I attempt to get up, he protests against it and tightens his hold. What the fuck is going on? Is he an assassin? If he is, why didn't he fucking do the job? Why am I still here!?

Giving up, I just relax. He wasn't inappropriately touching me, just holding me.

For whatever reason, it was comforting.

He then speaks

"I have a question for you as well, Bambi."

I nod my head for him to continue

"Who did you have the pleasure of pissing off enough to want you dead?"

I froze

Then suddenly his arms swiftly lifted me up and turned me around on his lap, so I was straddling him.

Grabbing hold of my chin and gently lifting it so I could see his eyes

He lifts an eyebrow, telling me to answer the question.

I hesitate for a bit until I feel a hand gripping my hip and slowly squeezing.

I look directly into his eyes, and I want to lie to him because I have no idea who this guy is, but oddly enough, I all but puke out the truth.

"Me." He stares at me for a moment, then, as if something clicked in his brain, he stands up with me still on his lap, so I have no choice but to wrap my legs around him and hold on like a koala.

With one arm around my back and another supporting my ass, he walks towards a door, assuming it's the bathroom

I whisper loudly enough so he can hear

"What are you doing?"

"Shh"

So I do just that. I shut up.

He walks directly into the shower, not giving me time to look around

We go in; he shuts the door, and suddenly I feel very cold.

Freezing water cascades down my body and soaks my clothes. Gripping onto him, he pulls out a gun from his waistband and holds it lightly against my head.

I hear him begin to speak:

"Now Bambi, you're going to willingly tell me who wanted to kill you or I'm going to get it out of you, yes?"

"Are you ready to communicate?"

I shake my head profusely, wanting to remain warm and without a bullet hole in my head. He turns the water temperature up.

And waits for me to talk.

"I did." He raises a brow in question

"Did what?"

I hesitate for a moment, and suddenly I feel the freezing water hit me again and the click of the bullet being moved into place.

I scream for him to stop

"Come on, Bambi, just tell me."

He coaxes while moving my hair away from my face.

"I hi- hired the guy."

I say while trembling

"You? Hired who?"

"I hired a man to ki- kill m- me."

His stoic-like face looked at me in confusion

He roughly squeezed my butt as a sign to continue, I yelled out of surprise but continued

"I- I did it because I wanted to die but didn't have the nerve to do it my- myself...."

I shamefully tucked my face into his neck as I felt a lone tear fall from my eyes.

He turned on his heel and began to walk to another door. Still feeling ashamed, I continued to keep my face in his neck while he stepped into another room; I smelled a sweet yet musky scent.

Slightly looking up from his neck, I looked around to see we were in a closet. He set me down on the carpeted floor while he rummaged through some drawers, pulling out a t-shirt and some silky black boxers.

He then turned around and stalked towards me; noticing he was drenched as well, I started up at him.

He then began to try and undress me, and that's when it hit me.

This guy is a stranger; he must be stupid to think I'm going to let him see me naked

Fat chance.

Stepping back from him, I grab his arms that are reaching for me and grab the clothes from his hand. I see the slight smirk he's giving me.

I then lightly shove him to get out of the closet.

He surprisingly didn't protest and walks out, closing the closet door.

I then quickly slip out of my drenched clothes and put on the soft, warm black shirt and black briefs that smell like him.

I slowly walk out of the closet expecting him to be in the bathroom, but to my surprise, he's not.

I continue till I walk in the room to see him in grey sweats and a white t-shirt sitting in the leather chair. Again, I pause by the bathroom door and lean on it, staring him down, waiting for him to talk.

He motions me over with his finger again

I make my way over to him but hesitate, not getting too close. "Come here, Bambi, I don't bite, unless you want me to..."

He says while smirking. I ignore his comment and don't wait for him to pull me on his lap

I sit next to him on the small couch.

Seeing what I had done, he pulled one of my legs onto his thighs and keeps it there, seeming pleased that I didn't protest.

He then turned to me and asked

"Why?"