Mafia Vengeance by KATHLEEN HAYAT (most recommended books .TXT) 📗

He looked at me. And when I didn't do anything. He said.

"Fine then." He moved forward but I stopped him immediately.

"N-no. No...wait." I stopped him.

I undid few upper buttons and pull the shirt little down. Now my one shoulder and halfback was bare in front of him.

I noticed he took in a sharp breath. I felt the bed dipped behind me.

He silently cleaned my wound, then he put the ointment. I winced sometimes. But he would gently blow on it. And then he did the dressing of the wound.

He stood up and said.

"It's done... Did you eat?"

I pulled my shirt up cautiously, closed all the buttons and merely nodded towards him. He went to the bathroom.

Why is he showing concern now. When, all he did is tortured me.

I sighed and hurriedly pick the cushion from the bed and laid on the couch with difficulty.

I heard the door open. Then shuffling in the room. Then it stopped. Did he go to slee---

My thoughts were cut in between when I was in the air ,lifted by strong arms. I shot open my eyes. And saw him carrying me towards bed. I started struggling.

"What are you doing? Let me down." I spoke scared.

"Okay." Was his plain reply.

With that he laid me down on the bed. I panicked what if he forces himself on me. But then he moved towards the couch. I breathed in relief. But when he came back with cushion my breathing hitched.

He then silently laid down beside me. So I scooted away from him. Then after some time I drifted in to sleep.