Chapter 12



ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕧𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕤

Lucas POV (ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕕𝕒𝕪)

I woke up with a start, my eyes trying to adjust to the sunlight streaming into the room from the open windows. Where was I? I looked around the large room. It was quite spacious with a built-in, mirror-like wardrobe, a TV and a brown couch. It looked more like a classic hotel than an actual home. I sat up and stretched.

Lord! I felt a million times better than I had yesterday.

At the thought of yesterday, the events of the day before came crashing down on me. I rubbed my temple with my palms. Still trying to absorb the fact that I had gone through all that in a single day. I thought about the explosion, almost being assassinated, Eve, Laura-

Gosh! I couldn't handle this right now. I just couldn't.

Slowly and carefully, I began dragging myself to the edge of the bed. I hadn't even gotten halfway through when the room door was slammed open with so much force, I had thought it would come off its hinges.

I was still trying to get over the sudden noise when a completely dressed Eve strode into the room like the goddess of war. Looking all badass in her all-black leather outfit. Her hair pulled back, lips painted red, red bottom heels.

Damn! She looked like an angel of death.

"I think you can stop staring now." She absently pointed out as she walked to my closet and started ramping through it. I just sat there, halfway down the bed, totally speechless, my eyes glued to her alluring form. "What the fuck are you still doing there?" She snickered when she realised I hadn't moved a muscle.

"I should be asking you that question." I groaned. How was I able to speak right now?

She sighed, sounding annoyed. "Do you have to act so dumb? I explained all this to you yesterday, remember?" She placed her fingers on her chin. "Oh right, you slept off on me!"

Oh, she sounded angry. "I slept off on- Oh right, I slept off. But as I recalled, it wasn't on you. Which got me thinking, How did I get into this bed, with nothing but my underpants?"

She flung a blue sweatshirt at me and I smirked mischievously. Finally gaining back my composure.

"I knew I should have left you on that couch last night. You don't deserve any kindness." The shirt landed on my face, covering my view of her. I pulled it off only to see a pair of jeans trousers coming at me. I swiped to the left, narrowly escaping a collision.

This woman was crazy. Especially when angry.

"I'm sorry. Please stop throwing stuff at me." I moaned, finally dragging myself to the edge of the bed and standing up. I began to slowly walk towards her with nothing but my briefs on. I caught her staring at my bare chest from the corner of her eye. "You have every right to be angry at me. But will it make you feel better if I told you that I heard all you said last night?"

She stopped her rampage and turned to me. "Oh really?" She scoffed. Clearly not believing me.

I grinned. "Yeah," and stepped closer. "You want me to prove it?" Why was I whispering? I took another step towards her and she took one back until her back met with the dresser. There was nowhere else to go. I pressed into her, placing my hands on either side of the cold wood, ultimately trapping her in.

With the way she was looking at me, eyes wide, breath shallow, chest rising, I knew I needed to step away from her like right now. But something in her molten amber orbs just kept drawing me in. The fire, the familiarity, the passion, the hidden innocence. Damn! I couldn't do this. The only other woman I had ever felt this out of control with ended up dead. I couldn't drag Eve into my messed up life too.

You already have.

I groaned. "Eve.

"Lucas." She muttered, sounding breathless. Eyes clashing with mine, she whispered, "Prove it."

Heat zapped through my very core and I felt myself harden. I couldn't help but groan when I caught her slick pink tongue darting out to lick her plump lips. Oh, how insane would it be to have those lips wrapped around my cock? How would it feel to have my mouth between her legs, wrapped around her tongue, her nipples? How was that for proof uh?

Fuck. I needed a grip. I should think of something. Something other than Eve.

My grandma in a bikini - urh! Yep, that did the trick.

"Damien might be in danger, right?" I whispered as I retreated, putting just enough space between us to open up the closet and pick out my belt.

"Yeah." She breathed, seeming to have finally found her voice. "Was that all you got?" She asked, pushing herself away from the Wardrop and away from me.

"Wasn't that all you said?" That was a trick question.

'You tell me." Bingo! She fell.

"Well you said very little," I smirked. "Am I in the clear now?"

"You tricked me." She drawled, realisation shining in her eyes.

Oops. "I-"

"Meet me downstairs." And she was gone. Slamming the door behind her. That wasn't how I envision this ending.

I sighed inwardly. Life sucked and Damien needed me. I picked up the sweatshirt and began to dress up. How did she even know that I loved blue? Or that this was my favourite casual wear?

Maybe I shouldn't just close myself off from happiness. I knew it felt like I was betraying her but she would want me to be happy, even beyond the grave. Maybe If I survived this, I'll give love a chance again. Maybe, just maybe.

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We arrived at the hospital forty-five minutes later, and Eve was still giving me the silent treatment. What exactly was my offence again? I thought we were just having fun. How was I to know that she would take it so seriously? I sighed and pushed the thought away from my mind as we stepped down from the car, trying to focus on the issue at hand.

"I don't know if Damien has been moved from the emergency unit, so we'll have to-"

"He is in room 217," She cuts in, locking up the car the moment I jammed it close. I tried to meet her eyes but hers was everywhere but on me. She was snubbing me. I felt my heart ping.

"How did you know that?" I couldn't hide my frustration about her attitude towards me. How she was behaving like I didn't even exist.

She finally snapped her eyes to mine. "Is it my fault that you are such a bad friend?"

Ouch. That was a low blow.

Not waiting for my response, she continued into the hospital. I followed behind her, not wanting to cause a scene. In a way she was right. I had been so caught up in my shit that I had forgotten all about my friend, my brother - who was in this dire situation because of me.

Guilt hit me like a rock.

We pushed through the glass doors and headed for the elevator. "What floor is he in?" I asked as we waited for the lift to come back down to the ground floor. She ignored me, throwing her head to the side.

Really? Was she going to continue being so petty?

The elevator dinged and we both stepped in to join two hefty men in jumpsuits. They looked like maintenance guys as they carried something that looked like equipment bags. I glanced at Eve from the corner of my eyes and noticed the tightness of her shoulders. Which meant I wasn't the only one thinking that there was something completely off about these guys.

The guy beside me slipped his hands into his jumpsuit and I froze, watching him intensely as he pulled out what looked like a - phone? I breathed a sigh of relief and watched as he peered into the screen then lifted his eyes to check me out. When he noticed me watching him, he immediately stepped back and joined his colleague behind us. I turned to Eve and she finally looked at me with a raised eyebrow - and I instantly knew that she was thinking exactly what I was thinking.

There was a moment of stillness, like the calm before a storm. I hadn't even finished the thought when I caught a hand pulling out something metal from its back pocket. Thank God for metal doors because that reflection gave me a head start. I jabbed my head back forcefully, hitting the guy behind me with so much force that he lost his grip on his gun. Right about the same time, I saw Eve choking the other guy with the chain of her purse.

My eye clashed with hers and she grunted."I am not letting this one live."

I was about to object when I felt a sharp blow below my ribs. I doubled over in pain but not before grabbing the pistol that had slipped from my assailant's hands. As I hit the ground, the jumpsuit guy towered over me with a smirk on his lips. But before he could come at me, I raised the gun to him and aimed at his head.

He blinked hard. "Who's smiling now punk?" Before he would even twinkle, I fired. Then smiled in satisfaction when I heard him moan in pain as the bullet lodged itself between his shoulder blades, narrowly missing his neck. His back hit the elevator wall behind him and he began sliding down the wall to the cold hard floor, his blood making a train-like path behind him.

Damn, I was good at this. I rose to my feet and went to him. Pointing the gun at this face - for real this time. He glared at me with contempt. "How many more guys are with you?"

"Fuck you." He spat, but then cursed loudly the next minute when he saw the body of his mate violently hit the floor with a deafening thud. Eve settled her eyes on him and he visibly shuddered. The guy was downright scared.

"I don't mind doing to you want I just did to your friend here." The guy shook his head from side to side. "He was not my friend."

Eve nodded." All the more fun. I get to kill you more uniquely if you don't start talking."

The guy winced. He fucking winced. "There are five more men on the 3rd floor waiting for us because we are also in search of Damien's ward. But we were instructed to kill you on sight if you showed up to crash the party."

"Hell!' Eve cursed, running a hand through her already messed up hair.

"Please don't tell me he is on the 3rd floor," I asked, hoping we at least stood a chance here.

"No, he is on the 2nd floor but when these guys don't show up, the rest will know something is up."

"So what are we to do?"

"Well, we only have one option."

"Which is?"

"We try to get Damien out alive. And hopefully, ourselves too." As she said it, I just knew that this was going to be one hell of a ride. I should have just stayed in hiding.

Turning back to our attacker, I pulled the trigger and this time, I didn't miss.