Leo POV

I can't believe I didn't shower today just because of a fucking gunshot!

It ain't the first time getting shot in a sensitive area so why are Michelle and Fiona making a big deal out of it?.

And I don't need anyone to take care of me. Do they think I can't take care of myself ?

She was given the task to take care of me, so why is she behind Jack?? And what did she want when she came to the study?.

Did she not use the medicine I gave her? Her face was void of any cream this morning when I looked at her.
And why was Jack holding another medicine?

Tsk

What the fuck is wrong with me?! Why should I care if she applied medicine or no?! FUCK.

I realized that whenever I think of her my mind is always scattered to shits. Why am I even thinking of her?!

I should stop. I shook my head to remove her fucking thoughts off my head . Fuck this shit!

I should stay away from her.

" Boss" A rough voice greeted through my laptop screen where I've set a meeting at Skype and the person who I talked to this morning about the hijackers .

" What's the situation" I asked, lightly interlocking my fingers with one another as it rested on the table .

" Agh- Those motherfuckers aren't opening their mouth even after being knocked out! Fuckers hate their life to the core" He snickered snorting through his nose probably replaying the scene of torturing those fuckers.

I already know they were sent for me. It's no surprise they would want me dead to get my position. It's not the first time.

" They are fucking hard to open their mouth but something common they have is a tattoo behind their ears. It looked like a crown and we searched if there were any gang that has crown symbol or anything related to it but there were none." he said

I already figured they came for me. I've always had fuckers who are thirsty for my blood and position. This ain't gonna be the last one of them.

But most importantly, WHO sent them.

Tattoos.....

" send me the picture of their tattoos each. And if any wear any jewels send it for examination and report me. " I ordered before ending the meeting with him saying yes boss.

My phone vibrated and a notification from Jack popped on my lock screen.

I took the phone in my hand and swiped it open after entering it's passcode and pressed the notification redirecting me to Jack's messages.

Jack: These are the photos of the tattoo and the jewels Andrew sent .

I looked above the message the picture Jack forwarded from Andrew. It was a picture of jewels with the numbers written on it being zoomed.

What's these number indicating?.

I frowned as the second picture was still loading and finally being downloaded .

Tattoo of a .... Crown?

Words of the guy from the meeting earlier replayed in my mind as I zoomed the picture observing the permanent drawing on the human skin with black ink.

It looked similar to what he was describing but it's not a crown.

Are they related? Could they be obeying from the same person? Something doesn't add up.

They don't seemed to be anything new by how they have a lot of resources to attack two places at once.

And the tattoo looked familiar to my eyes. Where have I seen it?.

I tried to rainsack into my memory to get any hint of the symbol on my screen but there was no history of it.

I have to wait for the other report to match the doubts. I can't simply waste my resources and things turn out to be wrong.

I am not a fucking laughing stock.

I exited from Jack's messages and slide down the Whatsapp contact as my eyes caught the number I wanted.

Me : I need the reports by midnight.

I texted and sent the message before exiting the app and switching off the phone.

I stared blankly at the air, consious of everything around me. The ticking of the clock on the top wall was the only companion in the silent room as my mind wandered off it's own.

It's one of those peaceful moments.

The moments I loth the most. If being consious of such moments is what makes your mind wander off without your control then I don't want it.

I don't want it if it brings me back the memory of those happy days.

I don't want it if it brings me back the memory of my loving parents.

I don't want it if it brings me back the memory of my father who was weak. Because he had a weakness. A weakness which brought him his death.

Everyone and on the news told he has died in a car accident with his wife during the rainstorm but only I know the truth.

That was a lie. It wasn't an accident. It was a fucking planned murder.

I shot my eyes open, feeling my nerves disturbed thinking of that night and those words of that bastard who was behind the murder as I felt every cells in my body screaming to kill that fucker over and over again knowing I didn't killed him thoroughly and left him at his shallow last breaths.

That's how I come to a conclusion to never ever have a weakness.

Because that will destroy you.

Getting up from my chair I walked out from the room taking long strides as I descended down the stairs.

I don't want to sit doing nothing while those memories screams at my fucking face.

The sound of giggles halted my footsteps as I heard her voice talking freely with no pressured emotions.

Who is she talking with?

Unknowingly my feet took me to where her voice was coming from and saw her standing busy with something.

Her doe eyes were utterly focused on its task while her mouth moved freely as she talked, her expression void of any fear unlike when she's always with me.

My gaze moved away from her face to the task she was engrossed with only to see a naked back infront of me.

Jack?.

" Why would you move without thinking! Ya Allah! You men don't ever listen!" She confronted frustratingly while huffing and looking him in his eyes.

I know she is just treating his wounds but I don't like any bit of it.

I feel like my nerves will blast if I stay any longer looking at her so I walked away to calm my roaring cells.

I want to go on a fucking killing spree.

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The sun was already setting down when I returned from the shooting range and boxing to keep my anger intact.

I could feel the sting on my chest and I already know my wound has reopened.

I want to take a cold shower. I feel sweaty and sticky from the activites I did during the day.

I walked into the house and find it irrly quiet . I stopped in my steps to observe any kind of noises but there was none.

Where was everyone?

I felt my breath hot as I exhaled and felt my body strangely exhausted out of energy.

My hands instinctively went to my forhead and felt the heat . Fever?

I rarely get sick and even if I do I just take tablets and continue my work. Sometimes I pass out due to overworking so a trivial fever such as this is nothing to worry about.

Did I over do it ?

I should shower and then take tablets for the fever and check my emails.

Before I could walk towards the stairs, someone bumped againts my arms and fall with a shrieking sound as clothes scattered all over the floor.

" Ya-Allah!" She whispered as she rubbed her side hips and her gaze caught mine.

So it was her.

Her eyes widened as if it will pop out of her sockets looking at me but quickly averted it down and stood up stuttering an apology " S-sorry" .

I sighed a breath feeling the fever intense as I snaked my hand behind my neck rubbing off the discomfortable irritation building behind my neck .

" Ya Allah! Your WOUND!!" I heard her gasped catching my attention as she swiftly came near me touching the bloody soaked bandage.

I halted at my position seeing her this close with me with a worried expression on her face.

I felt the irritation fade away as quietly look at her . My hand went to the bruises on her face.

Did she forget to use medicine again? " Stupid woman".

She flinched at my touch and her gray orbs locked into mine one again . I don't know what, but there is always something in her eyes that is good to see.

I felt .... Peace. A different peace.

I flopped my face on the crook of her neck that was covered. Though it's an obstacle but it was comfortable and fragrant.

Jasmine.

I nuzzled my face further my hands travelling around her waist as I pulled her tensed body against mine.

Soft.

Why is she tensed?

Before I could tighten my hold she pushed me away, her eyes widened as I frowned at what she did " P-please don't t-touch me" .

My face hardened at her words and I glared at her with burning anger.

" I can't touch you but you allow Jack to?" I scoffed irritated that she always avoids my touches but accepts Jack's.

" W-what-?" She asked confused but I will not fall for her clueless act.

" Don't act innocent now." I scowled grabbing her jaw making her wince as she instinctively holds my hand trying to remove it from her .

"I saw how you wrapped Jack around your little fingers tightly. He became head over heels for you" I grumbled as she sniffled and her eyes were begining to form tears.

" I bet you already have spread your leg-" a hot throbbing ache on my cheeks interrupted me as my gaze position shifted to a wall as I process what just happened.

She slapped me! Again!

My hand that has loosend her jaw was pulled down from her face as I slowly but sternly turned my face to look at her.

" You a-are a s-sick human! I hate you!" She shouted with tears falling down her cheeks before leaving the place as I clenched my hand in anger .

She hates me.

It's not the first time someone said that to me and surely hers won't be the last but I don't like that words from her.

" AGGHH-!!!" I punched the wall besides me feeling anger tremble in my hands to kill someone.

Pain travelled from my fist to the chest intensifying the already throbbing wound but I dont care.

The anger and irritation was not fading and I continued to punch the wall forming a crack hole on it as my breath became ragged and my wrist began to be bruised due to the punch.

The cement from the crack was falling like powder as I punched one last time.

FUCK!

I sprint to my room removing the buttons of my shirt as I snatch it away from my body.

Fuck this fever is annoying and the fucking injury is not helping the shit!

I ran my hand through my hair as I take a deep breath to calm my ragging breath down and walked towards the dressing mirror taking out the scissor from the drawer.

I cut open the bandage looking at my reflection from the mirror and threw the bloody cloth into the mini dustbin near by it.

The fucking injury is not healing well.

I kept the scissor on the table and walked to the bathroom stripping myself as I on the cold shower.

The sudden contact of the cold water slightly flinched my body as it ran down to my chest washing the blood away from the injury as I sighed pulling my hair back .

Fuck it's gonna sting with the soap.

I came out with a towel on my waist from the shower as I touched my own forhead to check on the fever.

It's still burning.

I am already so fucking tired and now this fever is coming to annoy me. I searched around for the first aid box but it was hiding somehwere.

What the fuck is with the hide and seek?! Where is it?!

I flopped on the bed giving up to find that annoying box. A little sleep can also keep the fever away. It's not like it will severly affect me.

I layed on my back resting one of my arms on my face as I felt the tiredness swallow my consiousness.

The rustling and muffled voices woke me up but I couldn't clearly open my eyes wanting it to be shut and let me rest.

" I will call Maya." I heard a guy's voice talked in a hurry and it sound familiar. Jack?

I could already feel the heat taking over by how I felt uncomfortable under the sheet .

I felt a cold sharp contact that felt like a pinch into my skin as I frowned and blinked my blurry eyes open , Maya's face the first that came " He really overworked his self. Tsk".

I don't know what's going on but I think they drugged me to keep down the fever.

I am a light sleeper so waking up every now and then due to sounds in my room and objects making contact to my body didn't help me rest. 

What the fuck is even anyone doing in my room?!

I groaned wanting to go under the blanket as I tried to turn over but felt a hand stopped my body from doing so. 

I opened my heavy eyelids to see the person as I felt soft cold cloth touch my forhead and saw her .

I felt my face relaxed seeing her before my eyes closed again and sensed someone caress my hands as my hand instinctively caught whatever my hand touched.

What is she doing here? Wasn't she angry? I didn't think she will come back again.

But she did.

"Stupid woman" I muttered before darkness swallow my consciousness completely.

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Noor POV.

I sighed as I changed the damped towel on his forehead while looking at his frowned sleeping face. 

I don't even know what I am doing here right now with him after what he said to me.

I was actually hurt by his words. No, his words always hurt me, and he had done nothing but hurt me ever since and that's one of the reason I don't like talking with him. 

Except the fact that he saved me twice.

It's a good thing I am a muslim because that's the only thing thats keeping me sane from being crazy.

My faith in Allah.

I was only going to collect the scattered clothes that I fall on the ground but the cracked hole on the wall caught my eyes and there was stain of blood on it too.

I had a feeling I know who did it but I didn't want to go and check because I was scared. What if he does something to me again? 

But I can't also leave him be because there was currently no one at home and just me alone. 

Jack left for some work for a while and Maya and Michelle hasn't returned yet. And I am also responsible to take care of him since Michelle and her mother has gave me the duty to look after him.

At the end, I went to check on him and Ya Allah! Alhamdulillah, I did!.

He was laying on his bed half naked with only a towel on his lower part but I gave it no mind because he left his wound out in the open!

He was breathing heavily and was sweating uncomfortably with a slight frown. 

I touched his forhead to check if he got sick and God!! He was burning with a fever!

Good thing Jack returned at the same time so I took him with me and he tugged him under the blanket while he calls for Maya.

Maya injected a saline and said that he over worked himself. But what did he do? I did noticed he came home all sweaty and his bandaged was bloody.

After re-bandaging him up everyone left the room while I stayed to take care of him. 

As much as I didnt not want to be here, I can't leave a sick person alone. Being sick with no one by your side, I know how it feels. 

So here I am taking care of him. His fever was not subsiding so I brought a small towel and wet it with water and put it on his forhead. 

This technique is actually quite useful for high fever and specifically if you wipe your body too from the sweat.

I was simply just caressing his bruised knuckle to check but he instantly caught my dupatta which surprised me. 

Can't he relax ? He is sick for God's sake!.

I tried to remove my dupatta from his grip but he was holding so tight as if he wasnt sleeping right now. Is he?

I sighed and looked at the table as I took the first aid box found by Maya in the room and opened it taking out an ointment.

I applied the medicine on his bruised knuckles which I guess is the cause of the crack hole on the wall.

Why did he punched a wall? Does he like hurting himself?

Crazy Egoistic Monster.

I looked up at his face and he still has that frown on him. He will get wrinkles fast if he keeps on frowning. 

He looked like a decent  human when he keeps his lips sealed but his eyes are the one intimading if his mouth isn't doing the moving.

" I can't touch you but you allow Jack to?!"

" I bet you already spread your legs for him-" 

His hateful words replayed in my mind to which hurted me so much. Today he said such disgraceful words tainting my character with such hate and anger.

I don't even know what I did for him to say me those words. I was just worried about his bloody wound but he clearly doesn't want any care from me. 

It's my mistake to even care for him!

But he was also right. Jack is still a non mahram for me. Even if he has proposed me, I was yet to tell him my answer. 

Sooner or later others will also assume things between Jack and I, questioning my character. 

I won't even be able to explain my relation with him if anyone ask. 

Now I am all alone with no one to support or protect me from the judgment of society. 

If that one person said he loves and will do anything for me then why should I push them away?

If he was destined for me by God then why should I avoid it?

So I decided. 

I will accept his proposal.

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☆Omg! Omg!! She accepted the proposal!!!

☆ And sometimes I feel like Leonardo is bipolar. It wasn't in his character but I guess Love makes you crazy and blind? Lol

Have a good day and happy reading!