Chapter 14

Ashton

"Let me help you," I said softly causing Ron to look up, his eyebrows rose when he saw me but he then looked down and get back to what he's doing after smirking at me.

"I'm an assassin, I'm capable of nursing myself but thanks," Ron replied as he poured the alcohol on his palm where the bullet had penetrated. I couldn't help but frown at what he was doing, a moment later Ron stopped pouring the alcohol on his palm and took the clothes lying on the bed and put it in his mouth, he took the bottle of wine again and poured it in his palm, Ron was trying to suppress the pain by biting the shirt, he was trying not to make any noise.

I don't know why and I don't get it why he pours alcohol on his palm but I guess it might be because he does not want his hands to get infected.

"What are you doing here? Get out, follow the boss outside, he might be looking for his babe now." He said with a raised brow but I just look at him with pressed lips, I didn't follow what he said. I sit on the bed and took a roll of the bandage and held out his bloody hand.

"What are you doing, kid?" Ron asked in surprise and tried to move his hand away but I held it tightly causing him to wince in pain when I accidentally put pressure on holding his hand. He looked at me with a dark face and I just returned a sweet smile to him, a sarcastic smile. That's what you get for calling me, kid.

When Ron was no longer struggling, trying to take his hands away from me, I took the medicine kit he had previously avoided using, I cleaned the wound on his palm, preventing myself from vomiting while looking at the small hole in his palm. I bet this fucking hurts like hell. After I cleaned his wound I immediately wrapped a bandage around his palm so that it won't get exposed to anything that might cause infection on his palm.

"Thanks," Ron said sparingly after I wrapped the bandage around his palm, I just smiled sparingly at him and nodded in response.

"I'm going out." Ron bid goodbye and got up from the bed, I remained sitting on the bed as my gaze followed Ron's distant figure.

I sighed, something was bothering my mind for a while now and I wanted to ask Ron about it but I don't know how to ask him. When I saw Ron was already near the door, I gather all my strength and courage as I called his name.

"Ron," I called his name, he immediately turned and raised an eyebrow at me.

"What?" He replied and pocketed one of his hand, the hand that was without a bandage on it.

I swallowed hard and my tongue seemed to recede when I was about to ask him the million-dollar question.

"What is it? Come on and don't leave me hanging here wondering where did I go wrong." He said again and I can't help but raised my eyebrow at him. What the fuck is he saying?

I just heard Ron laugh softly and he walked back to my seat.

"Go on, shoot your question." He said and sat beside me, I took a deep breath before speaking again.

"Ah, aren't you mad at Luciano that he shot your hand?" I asked in a faint voice, that was almost a whispered but I knew he heard what I said, he raised an eyebrow at me again and looked at me firmly as if he is reading my expression, I immediately turned my gaze away from him.

"I'm not, I'm used to being shot. Besides, I did him wrong so I kind of deserve this shot." He responded and I could not help but tremble to hear his answer.

I swallowed my saliva.

"I can tell that that wasn't the question you want to ask me. Looking at your eyes shifting from here to there, you're not comfortable asking me this question. What is it, kid?" Ron suddenly said and I look at him with wide eyes. Is this a perk of being an assassin? They can read what's on your mind by just looking at your facial expressions.

"Never mind, it's not important anyway," I answered but it looks like Ron has no intention of stop pestering me about it until I tell him the question he wants to hear.

"You're a terrible liar, I suggest you tell me what it is before I get mad at you for leaving me wondering what would the question be. I hate that feeling." Ron said loudly causing my heart to beat faster, his already smiling lips became serious.

I looked at Ron's face.

"D-Did you fuck me? Are you the man I had sex with on the boiler room?" I asked in a faint voice, I heaved a sigh of relief when finally I asked him the questions that had been bothering me for a while now, I wanted to hear the truth from his mouth, even though deep inside me I want him to tell me that he wasn't the man who took me to the boiler room, he wasn't the man who fucked me hard on that dark room.

But contrary to my expectations, my eyes widened when I saw him nod in confirmation that he was indeed the man I had sex with on the boiler room. I almost fainted and shook my head incessantly.

This can't be.

"You're lying," I said it loudly and looked at him, he just raised an eyebrow at me.

"I'm not, why would I? And to prove you that, you used to call me Zie last night." He said causing my heart to stop beating, every word he uttered exploded in front of me like a bomb. I've been convincing myself that it was Zie I had sex with but now, I don't know what to believe anymore. There's no way Ron is lying to me, he doesn't even know me, he also probably doesn't know Zie and I indeed keep on calling the man I had sex last night, Zie.

"Who's Zie? If you don't mind me asking." Ron suddenly broke the silence that enveloped around us.

I looked at Ron's face without emotion.

"No one, he's no one," I said loudly with full of resentment, I just bit my lower lip to stop myself from crying. I pressed my hand to my chest and gently squeezed it, hoping that the pain I was feeling in my heart right now would fade away, but instead of relieving the pain, my heart tightened even more and I felt like I was having trouble breathing.

"Hey, are you okay?" Ron asked as I lost my balance even though I was just sitting on the soft bed. I did not respond to his question.

All this time, I was just imagining that Zie was with me last night, I was just imagining that he was here to rescue me and take me home to his penthouse. I could not help but feel annoyed with the man I thought would save me from this place.

I don't know how many minutes I have been sitting on the bed. Until now, Ron is still here next to me for reasons I don't know. The silence that enveloped in the surrounding was interrupted when I heard screams outside the room, Ron automatically stood up and suddenly took the gun lying on the bed, that was the gun Luciano used to shoot his hand.

I was suddenly nervous as the shouting outside intensified even more.

"What's happening?" I asked Ron afraid of what was going on outside, I'm starting to feel anxious but when I looked at Ron my brows furrowed when I noticed that he was still calm, he's acting like he didn't hear the screaming and commotion outside.

Ron was about to answer my question when the door suddenly opens and a familiar man appeared, if I am not mistaken his name was Brando, the first man I met in this place, the man who laughs at me when I thought I was in a hotel room.

"Pirates are coming, get that boy to the lower deck," Brando said and my eyes widened when every word he said slowly sink into me. I was speechless and was just standing there when Ron pulled me out of the room, I was so nervous and scared that I could do nothing but let Ron take me wherever he was taking me.

At this time I seemed to be floating in the air, men were running and shouting as we passed but I could not fathom what they were shouting.

"Get in." Ron suddenly ordered and I was about to enter the room when I heard gunshots causing me to fall in shock, nervousness, and fear. I just realized that Ron lifted me and hurriedly went inside the room.

The gunfire intensified, I just covered my ears with my hands because the gunfire outside is deafening me.

"Don't worry, this is not the first time that pirates are pestering our shipment," Ron said suddenly but I was not in the right state of mind to think about what he said.

I do not know how long we have been in this room. Ron and I automatically stood up when suddenly someone tried to open the door, Ron motioned for me to get down on the floor which I immediately obeyed, Ron raised his hand that was holding a gun and ready to shoot anyone who dares to open the door.

I was so nervous that I just closed my eyes when I saw the door open.

Fuck! I was scared as hell, never in my wildest dream that I think I would experience what is happening to me now, I thought this only exists in movies and books.

Moments later I was confused when I noticed that I did not hear Ron firing a gun, I slowly opened my eyes and I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw Pang at the door.

"Everything is cleared, the boss wants to see the boy," Pang said and quickly walked away.

"Get up, kid," Ron ordered and walked out of the room. My knees trembled as I hurriedly get up from the floor and followed him.

I did not know where we were going, I just found myself in an open area where lifeless bodies were lying on the floor.

"How many of us have fallen?" Luciano asked Pang.

"Three," Pang replied.

"Okay, throw all these fuckers bodies in the sea, let the sharks feast on their bodies," Luciano ordered and Pang just nodded in response, Luciano's men began to lift the dead bodies and threw them into the sea without a second thought.

I was just standing there, trembling as I watched them throw the dead bodies into the sea.

This place is slowly making me insane.