The Mafie Boss Desires My Broken Heart

Chapter 2 An Injured Man

Given my sensitivity during the pregnancy, Nahum gave all the servants six months of paid leave to ensure I had a peaceful environment to nurture our baby.

Now, it was just me and Amanda in the huge estate by day, while Nahum was out busy with business matters. He always left early and came home late.

Compared to the man with the gun, Amanda was the real threat to me.

I was weak, so I knew a direct confrontation was out of the question—I couldn't let her know I was onto her murderous scheme.

With that thought, I took a deep breath and walked toward the door as if nothing was amiss.

Just as I was about to open the door, Amanda burst in with a key in hand, looking serious.

I was freaked out and placed a hand over my chest. "Gosh, Amanda, you scared me."

I kept my voice soft and tried to stay calm, though my heart was racing.

Amanda frowned and peeked over my shoulder toward the bathroom, and I almost moved to block her view of the man. Yet fearing it would raise suspicion, I just stayed there and prayed she hadn't seen anything.

After all, if Amanda discovered the man, I feared he might kill me in a fit of rage.

After a moment, Amanda shifted her gaze away from the bathroom and stared at me with a puzzled look. "What were you up to just now?"

It seemed she hadn't noticed that man, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

"My belly's getting bigger, and I feel like I need the bathroom more often," I said while rubbing my slightly protruding belly with a happy smile on my face.

She glanced at my stomach, still a bit wary. "So, you were just using the toilet? You didn't leave the room?"

"Nope." I put on an innocent face and countered, "Why? What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing." Amanda seemed a bit sheepish, her eyes flickering. She then added, "Your morning sickness is pretty bad, so try to stay in your room if you can. If you need anything, just call me."

I nodded obediently and gave her a sweet smile. "Got it. Thanks."

Amanda managed a forced smile and finally left my bedroom.

As soon as she was gone, I quickly locked the door, but as I turned around, I bumped right into the man's chest.

He was in a white shirt, slightly open at the chest that revealed his well-defined pecs. Quite by accident, my face ended up right against his chest.

Listening to the rhythmic beat of his heart, for some reason, I felt a strange sense of comfort.

'Maybe it's just the shock from Amanda, I guess.'

"Had enough of this?" His voice, cool yet magnetic, floated down from above me.

Startled, I instinctively looked up and finally got a clear view of him.

Hidden beneath a stubbly beard, his features were sharp and striking, especially those deep eyes, which seemed to be full of secrets and beckoned for exploration.

He was tall and imposing, exuding a royal yet devilish vibe. Just locking eyes with him for a second, I felt like he could see right through me.

"S-Sorry..." I mumbled awkwardly with my head bowed as I stumbled back two steps.

"You handled yourself well just now." His piercing gaze was fixed on me as he added, "Ever done any nursing? Come over here and help me with this wound."

Only then did I notice the bullet hole in his left arm. The flesh around it turned inside out and was bleeding.

He sat down on the sofa and placed the silver handgun within easy reach.

With the fear of being shot, I obediently fetched the first aid kit for him.

Nursing was out of my expertise. Years of being pampered by Nahum had left me quite useless in practical matters, and now standing before this man, I felt like I was clueless about what to do first.

"See the wound?" He noticed my hesitation and instructed, "Get the tweezers in there, and pluck out the bullet."

Staring at the gaping and blood-oozing wound, I fought the urge to vomit, and my hands holding the tweezers were trembling.

"Useless," he muttered disdainfully while snatching the tool from my hands. He took a deep breath and pulled the bullet out of his arm himself.

The moment the bullet left his flesh, blood spurted out.

Sweat then beaded on his forehead, and his lips turned pale.

Seeing his arm gush blood reminded me of Nahum's own brushes with death over the years. He also had been injured and had shown moments of vulnerability just like this man.

Despite the fact that this guy had just held a gun to my head, I couldn't just watch him bleed out. My heart went soft, and fighting back the nausea, I sprinkled some coagulant powder on his wound and patched him up as best I could.

After a while, he seemed to come around. He gave me a hard look and warned as he got up, "Don't tell anyone I was here, or you won't live to see another sunrise."

With that, he grabbed the silver handgun and bolted out the window...

It wasn't until he was gone that the fear really set in.

What had I just gone through? I was poisoned and threatened at gunpoint. As I snapped back to reality, I stumbled over to the bed and frantically dialed Nahum's number.

But Nahum didn't pick up. I kept calling him several times with no luck.

It was noon, and Nahum wouldn't be home for at least another seven hours. That man might have left, but Amanda, the real danger, was still around. What if she came back to my room?

Looking at the chaos around me and thinking of the man's threat, I hurriedly started cleaning up the mess.

After everything was sorted, I curled up on the bed and kept dialing Nahum's number with a shudder.

"Hello, babe." Nahum's voice came from the other end.

Finally, he answered my call!

"Honey..." Hearing his voice, I just couldn't hold back anymore.

"What's wrong?" Nahum could hear the choke in my voice, and his concern was instantly palpable over the phone.

Tears were streaming down my face, muffled by the comforter. With soft sobs, I said, "Honey, can you come home? Can you come back right now?"

Nahum was always swamped with work at the entertainment center, and I tried not to bother him.

But now, with Amanda still in the house and the memory of her poisoning me, I was trembling with fear.

"I'm on my way," he replied without asking why.

He was always sweet like this, ready to drop everything for my needs, no matter how busy he was.

It was this assurance that had always given me a sense of security like no other.

*****

Half an hour later, I heard a car pull up downstairs. I knew Nahum was home!

I hurried out of bed to meet him, but as I reached the door, I saw Nahum rush up the stairs—and in his hands, he held the very bowl of tonic that had been poisoning me.