Three

The men in the men's comfort room gently let go of my mouth and pushed me away when one of the men chasing me passed. I took the gun out of the sling bag. I turned around and pointed the gun at the man. And again, I froze instantly when I saw who he was. That handsome man on the beach. One of his eyebrows arched upwards and his dark earth-colored eyes widened seeing my hold.

"Are you gonna kill me?" he said with a laughing face.

"Who are you?" I asked him. He leaned against the wall near the closed door of the men's comfort room. He crossed his muscled arms.

"After I help you with those guys chasing you? You will treat me like this?" he said, continuing to ignore my question. His face was full of amusement that irritated me. What was funny about what I did?

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Why?" he asked me a question. I need an answer, not a question. The reaction still remained on his face.

"Answer my question or I'm going to kill you!" I threatened him.

The man straightened his standing and his gaze was on me. His face was serious. He stepped closer to me and I backed away. What will he do? Does he want me to kill him?

"Your hands are shaking, and it seems you don't know how to use it." I swallowed a few times. He was still getting closer to me. He's taller than me and bigger.

"Don't move or I'll shoot you!" I uttered softly, but I knew he heard it.

Yet, he continued coming toward me. Until my back hit the hard wall. I'm cornered. I could do nothing but shoot him. He's one of Arthur and Jackson's men. If killing someone is the only way to save me, then I have no choice.

"I'm warning you!" I said out loud. He stopped a step away from the gun I was holding.

"You know what you are dealing with?" he said and glanced at the gun I was holding.

"What do you mean?" I looked at him in confusion. I was deafened by the loud pounding of my chest.

"Did you know who you are dealing with? Oh!" He looked up at the ceiling before looking back at me. My eyebrows furrowed from what he said. "Why am I dealing with this mess?" he asked wearily, raising an eyebrow at me.

What does he mean? My heart was pounding even harder. Dealing? Of course, Queenie, Dealing to kill you, to clean up their mess. I don't want to kill people and I have no intention of becoming a criminal. I looked around. My brain needs a plan to escape here before I kill someone. I bit my lower lip. Jackson is going to kill me. What a nice arsehole. We looked at each other at the same time as someone forced open the door of the comfort room.

The man shook his head as if he was frustrated by what was happening. "Give me the gun," he demanded telling me.

"I'm not stupid enough to give—" I was shocked when he quickly snatched the gun from me. How did that happen? "Follow me if you don't want to be killed or caught by them." He glanced at me.

"Why would I do that? Give me my gun!" I tried to grab the gun from him, but I couldn’t handle him because his speed prevented me from getting it. He grabbed my hand, which surprised me even more and pulled me next to him.

"Will you trust me with this?" he asked with irritation.

"W... Why are you doing this to me?" My weak voice.

"I'm this knight in shining armor who saves damsels in danger," he said sarcastically. Still, someone was trying to open the door.

"You are part of them. Don't fool me!" I said angrily.

"Why do I really hate arguing with women? Just shut up your mouth. Be glad that I'm helping you. And I'm not with them."

"How will—" I screamed hearing three bangs at the door and it opened. Another scream came out to me when the man in a suit suddenly shot the three men. Headshot. It means they're all dead.

"How could you—how could..." I said with difficulty. They're dead then my body trembling with fear and anxiety. They're dead. He killed them without thinking. Without a word, he pulled me out. Is he going to kill me? Most likely, as he did with the three. Suddenly, my vision started to get dizzy and I couldn't breathe. I couldn't move. I'm shaking. He stopped. I made the wrong decision in my life. He was going to kill me.

"Shall we just stand here? Don't you mind moving?" His forehead was furrowed. I have to hold on to anything so I don’t fall down. Blood poured from the three men's heads. Death. I blinked, trying to fade away the horrible picture in my mind. "Yeah, woman..." I couldn't hear what he said. I'm going to fall. My knees did not have the strength to support me. Why don't I like to be a nurse? Seeing blood and people dying makes me sick. And just an instance. The blackness embraced me. I can feel my body hitting something hard, but it's not cold, it's warm.

My eyes slowly opened. Am I dead? Why was that what I said? Blood. Guy. Gun. Dead. Pictures passed me by. I turned to get up. Where am I? I'm in a room. Cream white paint, two dark brown doors, luggage, a nightstand, and a curtain closed. I rolled my eyes inside. This was not my hotel room. Fear gripped me. Where am I? I looked at the open door and a newly bathed man came out. Revealing his upper body, six abs pack? A white towel was wrapped around his narrow waist. My innocent eyes! I averted my gaze from his half-naked body. My cheeks get hot.

"You're awake," the man's baritone voice said. I looked everywhere, not at him. He's half naked and I can't stand looking at him like that.

"Where am I?" I asked when I found my voice. I stopped looking at the closed curtain.

"You're in my hotel room," he replied, dressed in front of me. I want to swear at what he said.

"Don't even get dressed here in front of me yet!" I said in a daze and turned away. My face got even hotter. I think I will burn in that heat.

"Don't be shy, you can watch me," he teased and my face warmed.