Chapter 13

𝕂𝕟𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕚𝕥

Eve's POV (ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕕𝕒𝕪)

What on earth, had I gotten myself into?

As the elevator moved to the 2nd floor, I spared a glance at Lucas. This wasn't the plan. This wasn't the plan at all. I had finally found him. I was supposed to be enjoying my pound of flesh for what he took from me but here I was, fighting his battles. Fighting for my life.

How had I even gotten here? I needed to make a decision fast before I got sucked in so hard, turning back gets taken off the table.

Lucas corked his gun. "You ready?" I nodded and the elevator dinged. I took a tentative step out and looked around the hall. There were only a handful of people including some nurses and patients.

I gestured to Lucas to come out. "All clear," I whispered.

As he stepped out of the elevator, he paused, pressed the 5th-floor button and waited until the elevator started moving before shoving his gun into his back pocket. "Keep your gun out of sight."

I tucked the gun between my pants and hip and turned to him. "Can we go now?" He rolled his eyes at me and made his way down the hall, in search of Damien's room. I smirked and followed after him. Hoping, at the back of my mind that Damien was strong enough for transport.

As we moved down the hall, I snatched a baseball cap that was slung over the edge of a bench. Adjusting the cap to fit my head, I placed it in such a way that it covered most of my face. Then watched as Damien kept his head down, trying to avoid the cameras that were placed at every angle of the hospital. He sure had to do better than that.

We spotted room 217 at the end of the hall and quickly slipped in. I gently shut the door behind me and locked it. A pale-looking Damien was lying on a bunk-like bed, hooked on to some drips and covered in blankets.

Lucas walked up to him slowly, his face a stony mask. "Damien, Damien."He called softly, his voice an emotional mess. His face might lie, but his voice couldn't.

"Lucas you have to hurry," I whispered, looking through the hospital blinds to see if anyone suspicious was heading towards us.

An unconscious Damien starred. "Lucas?" He grunted as he peeled his eyes open, only to see his friend unhooking him from his drips. "What's going on?" He asked hoarsely, looking from Lucas to me.

"We have to leave right now, bro." Lucas hurriedly replied as he pulled out the needles from his wrist. "Ouch, take it, easy man!" Damien grunted, face contoured in pain.

"Sorry but if we don't leave now we'll-" There was a commotion outside and I quickly peeped through the blinds, only to see three men in jumpsuits step out of the elevator.

"Shit! Lucas, take Damien out through the staff lounge. There is an emergency door there. It should lead you to the underground parking lot."

"It's should?" Lucas blurted, jaw tightening.

"Just go!" I barked as I watched two of the men branch the reception. I squeezed my revolver and took a deep breath, feeling my lungs with as much air as they could carry. I turned to find Lucas placing Damien on a wheelchair and whispered, "Hurry!" They were wasting too much time.

The men started making their way towards us and I pushed open the door. Then watched, from the corner of my eye, as Lucas pushed Damien through the back door in a wheelchair. They better make it out alive. I wasn't going to take this heat just to find out it was all for nothing. I stepped out of the room and into the corridor, my eyes colliding with Laura's men, two rooms away from me.

Everything happened in slow motion. One minute my eyes were trained on them and the next, I was gliding across the hall to avoid a spray of bullets. As I went down, my view became vertical, giving me the advantage of an easy shot. I opened fire on them, hitting one on his thighs and the other between the legs, exactly where I wanted it.

The third guy sprung into action, coming at me with brute force. I flipped myself to my feet just in time to evade the heel of his boot from slamming into my abdomen. But I wasn't fast enough. A sharp pain pierced through my ribs and I realized I was jabbed from the back. I slammed into the wall, grabbing my injured ribs by reflex.

The fuck. They were three? I only had one second to breathe before they came at me at once. I dodged a heavy blow just in time to hear the hospital wall crack by its impact. The huge brown one aimed for my injured ribs and I tilted my body to the side, enabling me to grab his leg and flip him over. He hit the ground hard and I heard bones cracking. One down, two to go. I went after the third one, eyes flashing. And just when he thought I was going to attack, I dived to the left, aiming for the gun in his holster. Before he could realise my intentions the gun was already in my grasp and a bullet was lodged in his chest.

"You bitch, I'll fucking kill you!" The huge one said and pulled out his revolver. but my hands were faster and I fired first. Only to discover the gun was jammed.

"Damn!" I cursed and watched him aim his gun at my face. As he began to squeeze the trigger, I steeled myself for the impact. Only I didn't feel a thing because he was the one that went down. I looked up from his limp body only to see Lucas, with a gun aimed at where the huge guy was standing minutes ago.

I swear, I've never been so happy to see him more than at that moment.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I growled when all I wanted to do was jump his bones.

"You should be thanking me. I came back for you." He said and hurried over to me. We needed to get out of there as fast as possible. Gripping my hands he began to lead me towards the exit but as we passed the bodies of Laura's men, I stopped and turned to the guy I had flipped over, who was still groaning on the floor, in pain.

"Give Laura my regards," I spat, picked up the gun beside him, then shrugged. "Or not." I squeezed, grinning in satisfaction as the bullet went through his head. I dropped the gun on his chest and turned to Lucas. "Where is Damien?"

"In the parking lot?"

My eyes widened. "Alone?"

"Don't worry, he is fine. Let's get out of here before the cops arrive."

As we made our way out of the hospital, I couldn't stop my heart from shuttering as I asked myself the big question.

Why had he come back for me?

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We settled Damien on the bed and watched him wince in pain. It had been a rough ride for him, with us speeding past traffic as if a hell hound was on our tail.

"How are you feeling?" I heard Lucas ask, sitting down beside his best friend.

"As sore as it gets, but I'll live. " Damien grunt, trying to ease the atmosphere with a playful smirk. I sat on the opposite side of him.

"You don't have to downplay how you feel Damien." He set his piercing eyes on me and chuckled. "I sincerely thought by now you would have killed Luca."

Frowning, a conversation from the day we met flashed before my eyes. "Why would you think that?" I muttered.

"What? Just look at him! He is infuriating and sexy as hell. Isn't that enough to kill him? He asked, his eyes glinting mischievously. I studied his expression, still sceptical.

He returned my gaze, studying me too with those intense dark eyes of his like he was trying to look through my soul or something. My eyes darted towards Lucas. "Remember when I said you would be glad to see him?" I heard Damien ask.

"You told her that?" Lucas exclaimed, disbelieve plastered on his face.

"Yep, I did," he answered, without even sparing Lucas a glance.

Lucas expression was epic. "Yeah, I remember," I replied. "I'm still wondering why you said that though."

Damien gave us a knowing look. With an eye roll to go with it. "You two can't see it, can you? You are both blind to the obvious tension between you too."

Had he been trying to matchmake all this time? "But how did you know that-" I began.

"Oh please, just look at you too! I knew there was no way you'll be able to resist each other the moment I had stepped into your office. Call me a prophet or a sue sayer. The point is, I was the right."

My cheek reddened.

"Wasn't I?" Damien asked, excitement lacing his voice. He looked between the both of us and immediately began to grin. "Have you guys fucked yet?"

"The fuck-"

"Damien-"

I blurted out, and so did Lucas. My eyes clashed with his and I quickly averted my gaze at the intensity of his. Why was I even acting like a fucking teenager? Nothing was going on between us. There couldn't be. He had only saved me today because he thought I was going to fix his mess. I was his fixer after all.

My phone pinged and I stood to my feet, grateful for the timely distraction. "Rita is here," I announced and walked out of the room to go meet her downstairs. I had to get my head back in the game. Regardless of how complicated everything seemed right now, I had to find a way to save myself, while carrying out my original plan.

Destroying Lucas.

"Hey, boss." Rita chipped when she saw me coming down the stairs.

"What took you so long?" I barked, trying to make my flushed cheeks look like they originated from anger.

"I had to put together your ridiculous request. Right after you called me off a certain blonde goddess whom I was meticulously eating out." When I rolled my eyes, she cheekily added. "It wasn't easy at all."

"You don't have to fill me in on your sexual escapades, Rita, just give me what I asked for." I walked to where she was seated and grabbed the files that were in her hands.

"Cock block." She coughed and I turned.

"What did you say?"

"I said, dumb luck. I was lucky to have stumbled upon that Intel. The information on the flash you sent to me was useless. I had to pull some extremely thin strings."

"What did you find?" I asked as I opened the file and skimmed through, letting her little cock-block comment slide.

"Well, Our little Ms Laura isn't a Ms." When she said that I paused, lifted my eyes from the file and stared at her.

"You mean to say she's married?"

"Kinda, she left him five years ago, but they never got a divorce. She just got up one morning and left." I dropped the file on herlaps.

"Who is he?" I asked, wincing as I sat beside her. My ribs momentarily took my breath away. Making it clear that it needed attention.

"You okay?" She asked and I smiled. She noticed. Rita always notices. I gave her a curt nod. "I am okay Rita, please continue."

She looked sceptical but decided to let it go - for now. "His name is Matthew William. Now popularly known as Senator Matthew "

My eyebrow raised. "Our Senator Matthew?'

"Yep!" She confirmed. Her lips popping on the p. "The one and only."

I stood up and carefully headed for the bar. Hands supporting my rib. "Don't you think you need to attend to that? " Rita asked. I ignored her.

"Get in touch with the senator and let him know that I want to see him. Like yesterday." After a moment of hesitation, she opened her laptop and went to work.

As I poured myself a stiff drink, I sighed. I was one step closer to finding this bitch and ending all this drama. I needed to revert to my original-

"Uhm, Eve?" I heard Rita call.

"What?" I grunted, not bothering to turn as I threw the glass of scotch down my throat. When she didn't respond, I groaned. "Speak and stop acting like-"

"The police are here." She whispered and I whipped around.

My eyes clashed with those of a man in a police uniform. He had a badge on his chest and a pistol on his waist. Okay, it wasn't just a man, they were a battalion.

Shit!