Bullet wound 2

Martil’s pov

“Martil…” Kaleb tried to argue while holding his arm. He tried not to wince in pain but he was bleeding heavily.

I didn’t wait. “Go, Kaleb. If you have to catch someone, it mustn’t be you.” I hadn’t finished saying the sentence when another gunshot sounded and the bullet sank deep into my shoulder.

I bit back a groan, leaning against the wall briefly. “The other entrance. Go!”

Kaleb obeyed immediately. He broke into a good run. He had always been good at running. Even with the way blood dripped down his arm, he raced past the enemies, knocking most of them down when they tried to stop him.

Kaleb would be fine. My best friend would be fine. Now, I needed to get out of there too. I couldn’t believe that I had been stupid. Stupid enough to think I had the upper hand.

They knew we were coming. They knew I took their man and the other girl. They knew we came for them so they set a trap that almost swallowed us whole.

Thank goodness we were just two. They targeted me specifically. Especially Raff. What kind of hole did he come out from? Goddamnit, I killed him myself.

I threw a punch at one guy who tried to give me a jab, an attempt to probably knock me out. They can’t catch me today. They had no idea who they were dealing.

There were many reasons why my code name was Grave. I had escaped death many times, especially with my line of job. I had become the graveyard itself. I bury people, not the other way round.

I hurried up the stairs, pressing my left hand against the side of my stomach as I inhaled deep breaths. I pushed another man away from my way.

I checked my pistol. “Fuck!” It was empty. No bullets.

God, I should have come extra prepared. I didn’t things to turn around this way. I only came here to talk peacefully. The leader should return my gold, that’s all but the old cargo decided to side with a supposedly dead enemy of mine. Fuck him.

I grabbed the jacket of a dead man and searched him. Men yells came from down the stairs. They were after me and if I didn’t move quick, it was highly likely that bullets would rain heavily on me.

Luckily, I found one gun. A short one. A suitable one that could aid me into getting out. In my mind, I hoped Kaleb had gotten out.

I shot one in the head and he dropped dead while I used his laid out back as a double stair. The men had gotten to me but heaven willing, an elevator opened — one I didn’t know was there.

“Sorry.” I shot the lady that was about to step out of it as I stepped in and closed it.

That was how I barely escaped.

My driving was fucking fast. There was no way they could catch up. I had no time in deciding which house to deviate to — mine or my dad’s.

My dad didn’t know a shit about my gang. I checked my phone’s private location. He was in the outskirts of the city. Good timing.

I sauntered into the house, sweating terribly. I had held down thrice the pain I was feeling at the moment. The house was supposed to be empty but of course, Corleone was sprawled on the couch in those sexy shorts with no care in the world.

“Damn it!” I hissed, collapsing into the couch.

It was a surprise that there was no first aid box in the entire mansion. I had to force myself to drive back to my house. If I had known, I’d have done that in the first place.

In the course of my bratty stepsister helping me out, I checked back to see if the floor didn’t have blood stains. Fortunately, it didn’t.

We got to my apartment and I could finally breathe in relief. Corleone fetched the first aid box. I treated myself while she watched in awe. Of course, she had never seen bullets before in her life.

“Let me help you.” She offered.

I allowed her as I had already removed the bullets. A total of three. One by my stomach and the other two on my shoulder. At some point, I’d need to treat it at the gang’s infirmary.

“What happened?” Corleone asked as soon as she got back from the blood disposal and the first aid box being returned.

My phone started vibrating. I picked it, resting my head on the couch. “Did you get home safely?” I asked in a low strained voice.

“Yes. I barely escaped.” Kaleb answered. “You good?” He asked.

I scoffed. “Nothing I can’t handle.” “Stay away for now.” I instructed before hanging up.

“Martil.” Corleone called again.

“Not now, Corley.” I turned my eyes away from her.

She changed her position, standing in front of me now. Jesus. She was stubborn as hell.

“You came home looking like a butchered pig that only had his head intact and you want me to pretend everything is fine?” She yelled. “You ignored my message. You weren’t home for three fucking days!”

I stood up with instinct, grabbing her neck tightly — not enough to make her breathless but it made her gasp in shock.

“Corley…” I had many things to say but the pain wouldn’t allow me know where to start from.

Her eyes dropped low. She stared too long at my tattoo, my broad shoulders and abs. She swallowed, probably forgetting she just finished yelling at me.

“Filled your eyes already?” I teased.

She rolled her eyes out of embarrassment, maybe. “Answer my questions.”

I removed my hands, turning away. “It’s none of your business.”

“What?” She came to stand in front of me again. “Leaving my message on read is none of my business? Leaving home and returning with bullet wound three days later is also none of my business? What if you had died? Who’ll break the news to your dad?”

He had always wanted me dead. That wouldn’t be a surprise to see that he’d be happy to see me dead.

“Corley…”

Her cheeks heated. “Stop calling me that.” She stared downwards.

I couldn’t bring her into my world. It was already dangerous enough that I was attracted to her and kissed her once. Now, I was controlling myself pretty hard not to grab her butts beneath those shorts again.

She was a mixture of a cute shy rabbit and a wild looking raccoon. She shouldn’t get involved with me at all.

Without uttering another word, I walked away and headed to my room.