Who are you??

Marino's Pov

"Who are you, and what are you doing in my house?" I asked curiously while making an attempt to sit straight on my bed.

" Ah" I winced in agonizing pain as I held my shoulders and noticed a cannular was fixed on my hand.

"I would try to relax, if I were you" she said nonchalantly and rested back her head at the side of my bed.

The guts, does she even have an hint of idea of who I am and what I could do to her. I slowly ran my eyes down her and noticed she was wearing a nurse scrub with little stains of blood here and there. She must have been the one who cleaned my bullet wound.

Immediately the door flung open, interrupting what I was about to say, revealing my right hand man "Tony"

"Boss, you're awake" he said amid a sigh of relief as he walked quickly towards me. "How are you feeling". He asked as he stood beside me.

"I'm okay, did you get info" I asked him, as I remember the accident of the previous day

"I'm still digging on it boss, it was a clean job, but I feel the cops got Intel from an insider, some few cops got shot and died on the spot". Tony reported. But I wasn't satisfied. I need to know who it was. I've been always getting sabotages but not as bad as the one I had yesterday, and this needs to stop, I should have had this addressed at the "bosses meeting" yesterday.

I lifted my hands and pointed at the female figure that was still lying heads down beside my bed.

As she stood, tears tracing her elegant cheekbones, I felt a pang of something I couldn't quite name. Her vulnerability was palpable, and it was in stark contrast to the strength I sensed in her. She sniffled, trying to compose herself, and as her tear fell onto my skin, I felt an odd connection to her.

"Oh we couldn't get a doctor so we had to get a nurse to help out yesterday" Tony said as he noticed my curious eyes staring at her.

"Gather the men for a morning briefing" I said to Tony as I made to stand up.

"I don't think that would be necessary sir, you need adequate rest, your wound is still very much fresh" , Tony said, making an attempt to make me lie back.

" This is just a minor setback I don't need any pampering, what I need to do now is find the prick whose doing all this to me" I said as I sat down on my bed.

" Okay, but at least after your morning dressing" Tony said to me as I nodded.

" Get to work, you didn't come here to have ur beauty sleep" Tony said as he moved towards the lady nurse and yanked her up. I could notice her eyes were teary and red as she whimpered a little.

"She'll give you your medication after the dressing" he said as he let her fall violently to the floor and walked out.

As she leaned back, her head resting casually at the side of my bed, I took a moment to truly look at her. Despite the plain nurse scrubs she wore, there was an undeniable allure about her. The fabric, though stained with the vestiges of my blood, could not disguise the curves it draped over, and her face, even in its current state of distress, was striking—her cheekbones a delicate scaffold for a visage of weary beauty.

She slowly stood up and as tears fell slowly down her cheek. She went to the corner and took out a first aid box. She sniffed in tears as She opened it and took out a scissors and made to cut my bandage with it. She sniffed again as I felt her tear dropped on my skin.

"Don't do that" I said with a low voice, I hate to see people cry especially a lady. I know I'm a dangerous man and have done lots of dangerous things. But I can't deny the fact I have a soft spot and she had hit it.

"You were given this situation because you're strong enough to live it, so don't let anybody see you sweat" I had said to her nonchantly. I looked up at her and watch her wipe her eyes and nose and try to put on a brave face.

She tore the bandange and unwrapped it round my shoulders. Cleaned my wound and gave me some infusions through the cannula fixed on my hands, and she was done. I stood up and took a towel hung on my wardrope door and made toward the bathroom.

"Try not to get it wet" she said as she arranged the first aid kits into the box. I grunted in pain as I walked into the bathroom section of my room.

Isabella's pov

"I'll try to relax, if i were you" I said to my supposed patient who was also my captor. And I laid down my head and made to analyze the situation I was in. Everything still feels like a dream to me from last night to this morning. If only I didn't allow my kindness get the best of me, I wouldn't have led that old lady out the hospital and I wouldn't have gotten kidnapped. But now is not the time for me to put the blame on anyone, I was just doing my duties as a nurse. What's even worst is i left my phone charging at the hospital, so there's no possible way I can reach someone for help. With my head still down I said a silent prayer, I prayed I get to leave this situation in one piece and I prayed my captors do not have even the slightest intention of killing me.

"Boss you're awake" I could hear the manly voice of the scary man of the previous night of yesterday.

I eavesdrop on their conversation and realized that this men are no ordinary men.

"Get to work, you didn't come here to have ur beauty sleep" The next moments were a blur of rough hands and harsh words. I was yanked to my feet, my scalp burning with the violent tug of my hair, and then discarded to the floor like a ragdoll. The indignity of it all stung, but I knew better than to protest. Alone and unarmed, I was no match for these men. As Tony's footsteps faded away, I pushed myself up, my nurse's instincts kicking in despite the turmoil swirling within me.

And then he spoke, my captor, the one they called "Boss." His voice was unexpectedly gentle, a soothing balm to my frayed nerves. "Don't do that," he said, and I couldn't help but glance up. The sight that met me was disarming; the man was undeniably handsome, with chiseled features that seemed to be carved from stone. His eyes, intense and piercing, held mine for a moment too long, sending an unbidden shiver down my spine.

"You were given this situation because you're strong enough to live it, so don't let anybody see you sweat," he continued, his tone low and somehow intimate.

"Try not to get it wet," I murmured, my voice betraying none of the conflict I felt inside. Watching him walk away, every step an effort, I was torn between professional concern and a bewildering sense of empathy for this man who was both my patient and my prison guard.