Queen of the Underworld

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Nicolas POV

We arrived at the house a few minutes later. She seemed more relaxed now, and was even smiling at me.

"You tired?" I asked her, hoping she would stay with me a little longer.

She shook her head, "not really. You wanna watch a movie?"

I nodded, "let me just clean up first."

She gasped, "Oh my gosh! You arm! I completely forgot. Oh, Nick, I'm so sorry!"

I laughed, "it's alright. Nothing but a scratch."

She looked worried, making me smile. "A bullet doesn't just scratch you Nick. Come on I'll clean you up."

I stopped walking. The last thing I need is her hands on me. The last thing I need is to lose any sense of control I have because she is touching my body.

"It's alright. I can do it myself."

She shook her head and pulled me by my good arm. "No way. I'm cleaning you up, period."

She led me to her room and sat me in the toilet seat, like I had done her.

"Stay. Don't you dare move."

I smirked, "you're sexy when you're bossy."

She inched close to my face, "oh, Nico, you have no idea."

I felt my junior pop up as her breath fanned my face. I swallowed hard and stayed quiet. She left for a moment and then came back with a first aid kit.

"Where'd you get that?" I asked.

"After I got out of the tub, I asked Armando to bring a first aid kit to my room. I figured with my patient personality, I was gonna need it often."

I nodded. "Do you know how to clean a gunshot wound?"

"I know how to clean just about any wound."

Interesting. "And why's that?"

She looked at me, "do bullets make you chatty?"

I shut my mouth and didn't look at her.

She sighed, "being a fighter gives you a lot of wounds. Never needed to clean a bullet wound, but learned nevertheless."

She's fifty shades of sexy.

"Take of your shirt." She demanded.

I smirked, "buy me a drink first."

She walked up to me, "I've seen you in much less, playboy. Take it off."

I felt the heat come to my cheeks so I started to take off my shirt to hide it. The pain that shot through my arm was unbearable. I've gotten shot before, but it hurts every time. I bit my cheeks as I kept trying, in situations like these I end up just cutting my shirt. Where are the damn scissors when you need them?

She grabbed my wrists and put my arms down gently at my sides. Her soft hands on me were all I needed to oblige. Her touch made me surrender and let her do as she pleased.