Mateo looked at me and then at Zoey, probably debating with himself if it was the right choice to give me the knife or not. He grunts out in pain again before handing over the knife to me.
I dropped it at the table beside him before running to the kitchen. Since the cottage looked stocked, I thought I could find a bottle of alcohol, and I did find a bottle of whisky, along with a small bowl. I told Zoey the things I needed, and we quickly hurried towards the room looking for them and something like a bandage but didn't see any; instead, we found a thread and a needle.
Rushing back into the room, I put the knife and needle into the bowl, and Zoey helped pour some whiskey on top to disinfect it.
"Remove your shirt."
Mateo let out a smug look. "Sin would be jealous if he heard what you just said."
I am baffled at how he could still manage to crack a joke right now. I stared at him, and he slowly removed his shirt, grunting when the cloth slashed at his wounded flesh. I pulled the alcohol onto his wound, and he groaned, holding tightly to the side of the couch.
I took out the knife from the bowl and made a little cut to the side of his body. I pulled on a finger to see if I could locate the bullet, which thankfully I did.
It's a good thing it didn't go in too deep and hit any vital organ. I place another finger; I was successful enough to get hold of the bullet, while Mateo grunts in pain. I slowly pulled it out, not wanting it to slip from my fingers.
I managed to bring it out safely before placing it on the table. I took out the needle and thread and fixed the thread on the needle, sewing him up. I turn his shirt into two, using it as a form of bandage. I wrapped it around his waist, not too tight.
"Does it hurt?" I asked worriedly.
"It's bearable," he whispered.
The silence was broken when the sound of Mateo's phone buzzing was heard. He immediately took it and started speaking in Italian. I stood up, taking the bowl and every other thing to the bathroom.
Zoey washed out the blood from the bowl and knife while I washed my hands with water before helping her put them back where we had taken them.
"We are staying here for the night till Sin comes," Mateo emphasizes. I nodded my head, then walked to the other couch and took a seat.
"Go to sleep, both of you; you don't need to worry; everything is ok." Mateo said. "Sin won't be back till the early hours of the morning."
I laid on the spare couch and asked Zoey to take the bed in the room. Of course, she refused at first, but I told her not to worry because I was okay on the couch before he finally agreed to go sleep in the room.
The images of the outside filled with dead corpses struck my head, making me shiver. It was not a sight I ever wanted to see.
"You will be alright, so don't worry. Sin would have my head if anything happened to you. So just go to sleep."
I let out a yawn, and my eyes shot closed, wanting to end the nightmare of the day.
I was awakened again when I felt the cool breeze on my skin. I opened my eyes slowly, and the first thing that caught my eye was Sin. He looked forward, walking. His hands wrapped around me, and my head was on his chest. I shiver a little when the cool breeze brushes me, and my wife, of her own accord, immediately clutches his shirt, squeezing closer to his warmth.
Sin looked down, a strain of hair falling down his face, his eyes staring at me, his pace slow, before looking back up and speeding forward.
I craned my neck to the other side to see Luca walking in front with no sign of Mateo.
"Where are Mateo and Zoey?" I asked. Sin didn't bother replying, as he kept on walking. "Where are Mateo and Zoey, Nikolai?" I asked again; my voice was irritated.
"Luca is with Zoey, so go back to sleep, Amore," he said softly.
"And Mateo, what about him?. Is he okay? "Did something bad happen to him when I slept off?" I asked, this time worried that something bad must have happened to him.
Sin let out a sigh, clearly frustrated at my will to give up. "He is doing fine; you saved him. So don't worry about anything and just go to sleep."
The breeze became cold, making Sin pull me closer to his body and walk faster than before. His sleek black car came into view when we approached the lonely road. One of his men opened the door, and Sin slipped in with me, but
Luca took a different car, and I watched from the window as he gently placed Zoey in the front seat of the car before getting into the driver's seat.
"Go to sleep." Sin said it again, staring down at me on his lap.
"But I’m not sleepy." I whined. He hummed in response and pulled me to his body.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I placed my head in the crook of his neck. I felt safe in his arms. Sin relaxed above me, and I felt him kiss my head.
The car stops in front of a warehouse, with huge, scary men surrounding the premises. They bow to Sin, whose hand held mine, and we walk in.
Taking the stairs, we reached the second floor, which had rooms. Zoey was placed in the other room. Sin unlocked the last door and motioned for me to get inside.
"Stay here. Don't open the door unless it's me or Luca," Sin ordered. "I have my men watching around the building," he said, making an attempt to leave, but I held tightly onto his shirt, holding him back.
"Were there any casualties?" I asked, praying for him to say no.
"Two of my men are in the hospital," he stated, "and I lost three, Victoria included."
"Wha... Victoria is dead." I stuttered out, shocked.
"Yes, amore. She had been shot in the chest and didn’t make it." I wasn’t sure how to feel about this information.
Victoria and I never agreed, but I would have never wished her such tragedy. Hearing about her death made my heart clench tightly.
"I need to go now, amore."
" Okay. Please be safe. He took a step inside and pulled me by my neck before placing his lips on mine for a short kiss. He then turned around and started walking away with Luca in the same direction we came from. I locked the door and walked to the couch, sitting on it with my head down, still trying to wrap my head around the news about Victoria.