Kill for you ✔️

sixteen.

He stares at me carefully, not correcting me on the sentence and before I can say anything else, a voice interrupts us.

"Miss Matthews, how are you feeling?" a young woman walks in.

Fuck she's hot.

"You look sexy in that doctor's outfit, are you trying to seduce me?" I raise my brows at her and she laughs, pushing her dark blonde hair out of her face.

"Is it working?" she asks and I nod my head quickly.

"Consider me wet" I wink at her and her face turns red.

I hear a sound that comes out like a grunt and I turn towards Vincent who is glaring at the floor.

"What's wrong Princess? Am I not allowed to flirt with your employee's?" I pout at him and his eyes snap to mine, his expression softening from the permanent glare etched on it.

A gasp is heard and we both turn our head towards Ms. Hot Stuff and she stares at the both of us, a knowing look on her face.

She walks up to me, putting a hand over her mouth and leaning closer to me.

"How do you do that?" she questions and I tilt my head confused by her question.

"I'm stupid in general but seeing as I'm on drugs my brain is really slow, so how do I do what?" I reply and she laughs.

"He never let's anyone speak to him like that" she points out and Vince glares at her.

I feel special now.

Looking at my expression she nods,

"You feel special, don't you?" she teases and I smile.

"Hell yeah" she laughs at me, writing a few things down on her clipboard and looking at my arm.

"How do you feel?" she asks me and I shrug.

"I can't feel anything and I feel really great right now, what did you give me? Can I take some home with me? I promise I'll pay you back, however you want, if you know you know" I smirk at her.

"I gave you pain medication" she smiles and I frown.

"That is some good shit you gave me then" I reply and she nods.

"Boss wanted the best"

I look towards Vince who is staring at me, holding my hand tightly.

"I'm starting to believe you really are in love with me"

***

Standing up with the help of Vincent, I smile at him and then pat his cheek, walking out of the room I now learnt was inside our house.

Ms. Hot Stuff left after having a word with Vince and telling me how to treat my wound but I told her it wasn't the first time I was shot.

Paige came after to greet me, telling me she helped changed me and I winked at her asking if she enjoyed the show.

Turns out the lights were off.

I slap Vincent's hands away from my hips and glare at him.

"I can walk! I was shot in the fucking arm not the leg" I argue and he scowls.

"I don't care" he replies, sounding like a little child.

I let out a small laugh and his features soften before turning back into a scowl by the sight of Roman running down the stairs and into the living room where we are now standing in.

"Mars! Glad to see you are walking again. I couldn't survive another one of Paige's breakdowns of how much she misses you" Roman whines, falling onto the couch, me following.

"Are you jealous?" I tease and he flips me off and yelps when Vincent hits him.

"Yes. Yes I am" he mumbles and I smile.

"Good, you should be, because I'm jealous when you take her out" I point out and the motherfucker grins at me.

"Thanks for that, now I'm going to take her out a lot more just to make you jealous" he laughs and I scowl.

"Shut up Big Foot" I snap.

"Goddammit, I thought you forgot about that nickname" he pouts and I smile.

"Where's Ryder?" I ask Vincent and he looks up from his phone and shrugs.

"Work" he replies.

"You know that the most I have heard Vincent speak was when he was threatening us if we came into your room. The motherfucker even shoved a gun in my face. I haven't heard him speak so much" Roman says and grins at Vincent's unamused expression.

"What do mean? I sometimes have to beg him to shut up" I reply, my head tilted.

"He only speaks around you, I guess" he shrugs and takes out his phone.

He is right. Whenever we are alone it's like a switch has turned off and he is himself, but when we are around people, he is serious and intermediating. He always whispers to me so other people can't hear.

I feel really special now.

***

"We are going to France for a few weeks" Vincent tells me, barging into my room making me drop my phone.

I glare at him, snatching my phone from him and sit up, crossed legs.

It's been a few days since I was shot and Vincent hasn't been home much. He said that they managed to capture the guy that shot me and that they got some great information from him.

Now we are going to France I guess.

"For what?" I ask and he takes a seat on the end of my bed, his legs set into a man-spread.

"Business" he replies.

"Where will we be staying?"

"Hotel" he nods and I shrug.

"To I have to pack anything specific?" I question and he shakes his head, his face set into a calm and soft expression as he stares at me.

"Not really, just any thing casual. We will be meeting the French mafia to ask permission for help in this war. We need as much power as we can get and maybe they could help get information from the Americans" his deep voice speaks and I almost drool.

"Awesome" I grin and he stands up, pulling his jacket and taking out his phone.

"I will send someone to give you a suitcase, and I'll let you know the details of our flight through text. Sleep well" with a nod, he leaves my room, closing the door behind him.

I can't help but feel a bit of disappointment when he left, but I shrugged it off, going back to watching on my phone.

***

hey! this chapter is really only a filler but the action starts soon, can't wait for what i have planned, and maybe a couple deaths on the way? idk. tell me if you like it :)

#vinceisinlove

8/29/2021

-Z