Charmaine's pov
"Alina!" I half screamed as the bullet shot by that lunatic penetrated her left shoulder. Color drained from her face as she held her shoulder.
"I-it hurts" she stammered tears welling up in her eyes. I wanted to call her a cry baby, but she could cry in this type of situation.
"You've shot her, I'd take it that I can take my leave now?" I said calmly to the masked man, he stared at the revolver in his hand before chuckling.
"I would have loved to need her life, but she's the vice president's daughter. She's spared" The masked man said. I didn't wait for whatever was going to happen, I turned to Alina.
Sweeping her off her feets, I carried her in a princess style as I headed out of the hall. Mr Monroe would probably put a bullet through my head, but heck!
I never expected that lunatic to shoot. "Just hang on, we'd be in the hospital soon enough"
I muttered to her, placing her in the passenger seat of the car. I closed the door, running to the other side, I slipped into the driver's seat and drove to the nearest hospital.
*****
My eyes fluttered open, I could feel a dull ache coming from my shoulder and I frowned.
Where was I?
The last thing I remembered was Mr Monroe confronting me...how did I end up here.
The smell of raw fish and sewage made me frown. I couldn't move, my hands and legs were chained but my shoulder was in literal agony.
"That bastard" I cursed as I looked at my shoulder. Blood was seeping out of the bullet wound, I could see the bullet head and I just shook my head weakly.
I heard footsteps and the sound of keys coming from outside the door, I was on high alert as the door slowly opened. Expecting it to be Mr Monroe with a gun pointed at me...I saw Alina!
"C-charmaine, are you okay?" She asked as she took a step towards me. Her eyes had this dull glint that made me frown, she usually had this look of excitement and brattiness in her eyes.
how did she know I was down here?
"Your father would punish you if he knew you came in here" I said coldly but she just brushed off my remarks as she pulled out a small key coming to unlock the chains on me.
"Dad is out of the country...I woke up and he asked me to go release you" She said with a slight shudder. Her face was so close to mine that I felt myself cringe.
Her face looked soft, it was smooth and probably bouncy but as I observed her features, I found myself wanting to reach out and touch her. She ran her tongue over her lower lips making my breath hitch as I felt the weights come off my body.
"Thank you" I muttered weakly, I left her standing there as I headed out of the room. I felt sick due to staying in that contaminated room, I had no idea Mr Monroe could do this to me.
I could hear her soft footsteps behind me but I didn't want to acknowledge her presence. Even a tiny bit.
I got to my room, as I was about closing the door behind me, she was staring at me with those crystal clear green eyes and it made me groan inwardly.
"Do you want to come in?" I asked and she immediately dropped her head down before nodding. I noticed the pink color on her face and it made me face palm with my uninjured hand.
We both walked into the room and I closed the door behind me. I left her standing by the door, as I went to fetch the first aid kit. It was by my wardrobe, I grabbed it before walking to the couch.
She left where she was standing before coming to seat beside me. "Can I help?"
She asked with a sad expression. Was she feeling guilty? I let her take the first aid kit from me as she opened it, she grabbed some gloves and disinfectant.
After taking out the bullet and pouring alcohol over it, I gritted my teeths in pain as she slowly looked up at me.
"I'm sorry for putting you through this, I never expected Dad to shoot you" She muttered as she caressed the skin under the bullet wound making me flinch.
"It's fine, you're helping me take care of the wound, aren't you?" I asked and she just smiled at me softly. I watched her move closer to the wound as she puckered her lips, blowing on it gently.
"Mom does this for me when the wound hurts, I hope it can help" I heard her mutter as she kept blowing on it. It felt ticklish and I could feel my face slowly turn pink.
Was I supposed to feel like this, towards my boss's daughter? My mind literally screamed at me.
This was a huge red flag.
"That's enough, Alina" it came out harsher than I had imagined. She frowned at my tone but said nothing.
she took off the gloves, standing up abruptly. "I'm leaving, take care of that wound and get back to work"
I wanted to apologize but what's the use. I wasn't supposed to get close to her in anyway so it was better I kept my distance.
After clearing away the first aid kit and bullet she had taken out of my shoulder, I wrapped the wound in gauze and laid on my bed tiredly.
I needed to finish this mission as quick as possible and finally get that long vacation I've been hoping for.
Just thinking about going to Bora Bora made me squeal like some highschool students.
What mission you might ask?
I chuckled to myself, as I ran my tongue over my upper teeths.
"Wouldn't you like to know"