The Daily Life of a Gangster and a kidn*pped Missy

The story begins with a man covered in blood falling from the ceiling of the villa. "Who are you?" Callister's glass shattered on the floor, spilling juice all over the place. The man looked frail. He was gasping for air sharply, coughing a few times from time to time. "You were shot?" Callister thought the man looked about to die. His blood stained the couch red and was very striking. She slowly walked towards the man. The man finally opened his eyes to look at her. His lips moved with difficulty. "Help me." By the time Callister could make out the words he said, the man had physically passed out. "Oh my God." Callister dragged the man to the floor, then laid him flat. The wound on the man's lower abdomen was worse than she expected. His clothes were stuck to the wound and his black suit was stained a deep red that looked very scary. "What am I going to do with this." Callister stood up, but couldn't remember where she had left her medical kit, "I can't handle an injury this bad." She began to hesitate. She should actually take the man to the hospital. Ten minutes ago, the sound of some men talking came from outside the villa. Callister had originally thought it was her brothers or uncles. But the men's voices got louder and louder and she began to feel something was wrong. The conversation eventually turned into an argument. Callister had only learned a few French words, so all she could tell was that they were arguing because of a deal. But judging by the men's gunshot wounds, it certainly wasn't a normal deal. Then there were a few loud noises. After a few minutes, the man showed up at her house. She remembered that she had some bandages and painkillers in her room and decided to dress the man's wound first. But she had just taken two steps when she felt a hand grab her ankle. She lowered her head and saw that the man was looking at her with begging eyes. "Help me, I will pay you." "I will help you, sir." Callister nodded, "I'll go get you painkillers now." The man said a very small thank you and let go of his wrist. Callister could already be pretty sure that this man was from some kind of gang. Her father had told her that some gangsters tattooed their wrists. She saw a snake's head when the man grabbed her just now. "Painkillers, anti-inflammatories, iodine, bandages ......" Callister cradled everything in his arms and darted down the stairs again. "Hang in there, sir." She fed the painkillers into the man's mouth, and despite the difficulty of swallowing, he swallowed. Callister had only learned some first aid in school. But the man's wound was long and she wasn't sure she could handle it. She used a cotton swab to rub iodine vapors into the man's wound while asking the man. "Sir, what is your name?" Sissy suddenly touched her leg and the swab was held down on the wound. "I'm sorry sir, are you okay?" Calixte was relieved to see the man nod. She turned her head to Sissy and scolded, "Go play elsewhere cat, there are no minnows for you here." The blood slowly coagulated, and Calisthene felt a slight sense of relief. "Adric· Bolton." The man suddenly spoke, startling Callister. "Adric ·Bolton." Callister repeated, wrapping the bandage around his wound, "Is that your name?" Adric blinked, affirming her words. "You're badly hurt, do you have an accomplice ...... friends around? I'll have them pick you up." Callister had intended to say the word "accomplice" but had just said "friend" instead. Adric didn't have much strength left to speak, and could only shake his head. This woman knew where he was, and if he gave her the phone number of his men, she would be killed. She looked like she was from a wealthy family, and killing her could easily get them in trouble. Under the influence of the painkillers, Adric felt sleepy. He didn't want to sleep, but his physical condition made it necessary. Callister looked at the man in front of her and felt tricky. He was heavy, almost twice her weight. Moving him from the couch to the floor exhausted her. "Wait ......" Callister put the bandage back on when something suddenly occurred to her. She picked up her cell phone and dialed a number. "Hello Ms. Leviston, what can I do for you?" "Dr. Andrews, are you around right now?" "Yes, I am." Dr. Andrews asked, "What's wrong, Miss?" "Great." The look in Adric's eyes told her she couldn't take him to the hospital. But again, he was hurt so badly that Calliste was worried about his wounds becoming inflamed. "Perhaps you could come to the manor." Callister looked back at the man, "I have a ...... friend who is injured." "Yes, ma'am." Andrew immediately got up from the couch and grabbed his medical kit, "Your family doctor will be here shortly." Hanging up the phone, Callister breathed a sigh of relief. That was when she finally had time to see Adric. Then she was surprised. The man had a very fine face. His features were very deep and three-dimensional, like an artist's sculpture. Callister felt that it was by far the best looking face she had ever seen. And the previous record holder for the best looking face was her brother. Callister couldn't help but reach her hand over, wanting to touch Adric's cheek. "Dang." The doorbell was rung and Callister immediately brought her hand back. "It's me, Miss Leviston, I'm Dr. Andrews." Callister walked quickly over and opened the door. "You're finally here, Doctor." Callister stood aside and let Andrew in. "Is he the one who's hurt?" Andrew caught a glimpse of Adric lying on the floor. The air was full of blood and the smell made him frown. "Yes doctor." Callister replied. "You took care of this wound right?" Andrew knelt down and reached down to untie the bandage that Callister had managed to tie. "Yup. Is there anything wrong with it?" "No, it's pretty standard." Andrew complimented, "You've learned your first aid well." "Of course, I thought so." Night. With Andrew's help, the two men finally lifted Adric into bed. He fell asleep under the effects of the anesthesia. Callister sat on the edge of the bed, admiring his appearance. As she cleaned his face off with water, she realized that the man was even more handsome than she had seen him during the day. "Why did you fall through the ceiling?" Despite his good looks, you're still curious. "You weren't fighting upstairs in my house, were you?" Callister's question went unanswered. That's when the door was opened. "Ms. Leviston, I think I need to talk to you." Dr. Andrews appeared in the doorway. "Okay, I'm on my way." Callister walked out. She didn't notice that Adric's eyelashes moved. Closing the door, Andrew handed her a glass of water. "Now talk to me, what's going on?" Callister knew he was talking about Adric. "Oh you know, he's a friend of mine who heard I was coming here on vacation so he came to see me ......" "So why does your friend have a gunshot wound on him?" Andrew interrupts you. You don't have an explanation. "Well miss, I'll tell your father about this." Callister tried to stop him, but she didn't have a good reason to explain it all. All she could do was go to her room first. "I had a hard time convincing my father to agree to me vacationing alone, and he's sure to have a lot of bodyguards around me again in the future." "Not a chance." Callister was startled by the voice. It was only then that she realized that Adric had stepped out of bed. He came closer and forced Callister back against the wall. "Ms. Leviston?" Callister didn't know what he was going to do and could only nod her head. Adric brought his lips close to her ear. "Come with me or I will kill you."