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"We need to get out of here right now"

"Where are we off to?"

"I shouldn't have asked your opinion, you are still my captive after all"... He moved forward to drag her along but a gunshot sounded not far.

"Oh no! They are here!".....

Half dragging her and half carrying her, together they fled the warehouse. The bullets kept flying pass them missing them barely by inches
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Who were those shooting? Had her father sent someone to come save her?? Why was she running along sides Brett from her rescuers? She needs to stop this madness!

Her steps faltered, slowing down the running pace.....

" What are you doing? You can't be like this at this time. Run Brit"

She shook her hands off his firm grips and rolled over to a cleared part nearby straining her leg muscle

"You want to die? You would eventually, but not here, get up!" he was visibly angry!

"They have come for me, my father, I'm going with them; I would wait here"....... She said with a glint of pain caressing her face.

" Don't be misled...... Trust me now than ever.... Come Brit".... He extended his arm to help her up.

She looked into his eyes and saw nothing but sincerity. Could she trust this man? He was her captor and has been nice quite alright. But trust? She hesitated for a while mainly due to the strain on her knees.

"I can't get up. My right ankle is sprained"

He made to lift her up bridal style when a bullet found its way to his leg. He went pale as chalk with veins sprouting out of his face like one enduring pain.

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"Brett!!!!!!!"

She shrilled, scared for his life. She cared about him just an inch and wanting him to die is out of it, although it could facilitate her escape. She brushed the escape thought out of her head.

"Please are you okay?".... She was about touching his temple when he lifted her up on his shoulder and limped ahead like a wounded lion.

" Man did he have a tough resistance to pain! " she thought.

Where are they going? Another warehouse? To kill her? No, not that. He told her to trust him and she was holding that so dear. She was worried for him instead. Won't he bleed out? Would he die leaving her or ensuring she returned to her father's abode? She could stay together with him, even in bondage; she quickly chastised the last thought.

They arrived at a place which looked like it has lost maintaining touch for a while. Another warehouse? And like he always read her thoughts,

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"You would be in my house for the time being. This is the only way we could protect you" He dropped her down softly and together, they limped to the front porch, she with the strained ankle and he, with the shot ankle. Coincidence??

What did he mean protection? He was the one that needs protecting from. Okay, it was her heart that needs protecting from.

Surprisingly, the inside of the house was opposite the shabby exterior; well furnished, classy bachelor's taste. The intricate were made mostly of gold and some dash of sapphire. Who knew that a bland looking handsome abductor of hers had a glowy taste in decoration? Was he a prince charming who lost his family at some point? Pttfff! She brushed the funny though aside.

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He sat her down on a cozy sofa, knelt beside her and cupped her ankle to examine it like he had no pain of his own.

" What are you doing? You need to be in the hospital rather than cupping my feet. You need more.....

"Ssshhh!... I am still the boss here" he cut off her concerns coldly.

She bit herself wondering why she should go to the extent of caring for this rude fellow who acted like he had care in the world. She could have escaped when her chance came those moments. She should escape when another opportunity arises and it would be anytime soon, in this house......

"Rule number one, don't let the thought of escape cross your mind because, the more you attempt, the more I catch you and I won't hesitate to shoot off your legs if you keep stressing me" he said

Holy crap! If she didn't make her findings well as to know this man was a mind reader, now she knew better. How could he just!!???

"Rule number two, you can move freely around the house but don't, I repeat, don't ever try to intrude my privacy by coming into my room. You don't belong there!...... He straightened the last muscle on her legs and placed it down.

He was about getting up when he flinched, more like growl in deep pains as the struck leg was becoming weaker to carry his body weight. He staggered up and nearly fell over. Brit ran to quickly stop him from falling but he waved her off with a hand gesture.

" Rule number three, don't at anytime try to touch me because if you do, I will..........." He started getting paler and paler, weaker and weaker, finally, without completing his last statement, he collapsed.

Oh no!

She knew the bullet was taking its toll on him and without quick treatment, he might not make it out of unconsciousness. Thanks to the prior medical knowledge she has. If there was anytime she thanked her father for forcing her into medical school for two years, as opposed her dreams of becoming a writer, it was in this moment. She eventually became a writer but with the stuck medical knowledge.

She scanned around the house frantically and saw a first aid box in a room. Goodness gracious! All she needed was in there, except Anesthesia. It would be easy least as he was unconscious. She removed the bullet in no time and stitched the affected flesh then covered it up in bandages.

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Macho man indeed! Lying down vulnerably in the sight of his captive. She could have let him die so her escape could be faster. Why would she keep going miles for him? But in ways she didn't understand, she was connected to him. He was her captor and her freedom; her life and death.

He looked so beautiful lying there that she was tempted to touch his jugular and chiseled high cheekbone.... She started to move her fingers forward...

"Rule number three, don't at anytime try to touch me because if you do, I will..........." his words came back to her.

-"He will do what exactly? Pin her to the wall then_..she chased off the dirty thoughts gaining stay in her mind. Maybe he wanted to say, he would shoot her arm; he doesn't have other methods.

She was confused as to how he truly felt about her, sometimes he was extremely gentle and warm while other times, he was annoying personified. It was okay for this to be one sided if he thought her only to be his captive. Who was Brett?

The house telephone rang.

She knew it was wrong to take that call but what kinds of people calls this man whom she has grown fond of?

She walked slowly to the phone and without impulse, took the receiver; she didn't talk for fear but waited for the caller to speak. She nearly froze to the spot when she recognized the caller's voice: the Highboss's!

" The prime minister has been confirmed assassinated, perfect job you did there" the caller dropped......

Or rather, She dropped dead standing there........ .

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"Who is Brett?"

"Her Father's murderer"!
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To be continued.....