The unC.R.I.M.E

Chapter 5

I was enjoying my time alone, home alone in my brother's beautiful home. I was doing a mini fashion show for myself as I was waiting anxiously for Leonardo to come back home so he could tell me how the date went. But I knew not to hold my breath because he could return the next day.

I was energetic even after the long day of shopping and I was wildly enjoying the sight of all the different kinds of shopping bags. I was a shopaholic. I shop when I'm angry, happy, sad, or anything basically.

I just like walking in and out of stores, buying all kinds of luxury items from luxury brands.

"Hm, let me go get something sweet," I muttered to myself as I looked at myself in the full length mirror, looking at the outfit I was wearing. I took off the Versace shirt and slipped on one of Leonard's shirts and a pair of tights beneath it, tying my hair in a silk scarf because I was going to bed soon enough.

I walked out of the guestroom and to his kitchen. I walked into his fridge, looking around the massive space as I saw some bottles of lemonade and I took one. I went to his pantry and looked for as much candy I could find.

I smiled when I found all kinds of sweets including gummy bears, which were my absolute favourite. I did a little mini dance, enjoying my free time and looking forward to sitting in Leonardo 's indoor cinema and watch Kevin Hart comedy movies all night long.

"Where's Leonardo?" I heard a gruff husky voice ask and from the way my knees almost buckled beneath me, I knew who it was already.

I turned around and before I could ask him what he was doing here or how he came inside, I froze at the sight of blood running down his arm and onto the floor, pooling around him, "oh my God," I rushed out as I put down my snacks and walked towards him, "Leonard's not here. Are you ok? You've been shot," I inspected his arm, the surgeon in me coming out.

"We should call the hospital-"

"No," he said, stopping me, "Leonardo has a private surgery room downstairs."

I nodded, following behind Czar, Leonardo's boss, as he led me to a private elevator and when the doors opened we were in what looked like the typical surgery room.

Czar walked to the bed and sat down and looked at me, "where's Leonardo?" he repeated.

"Leonardo had other things to attend to," I responded, getting to work and started looking for what I needed in order to help him, "I'm a trauma surgeon, way more experienced and knowledgeable than him, you're in good hands."

"None of that," he stopped me as I was reaching for the anaesthetic, "I've got cocaine and lean in my system, I can't feel anything right now. Get to work."

I nodded and just got to work, I started working on his upper bicep. I cleaned the wound before I removed the bullet and he sat still the entire time. There were a few moments when he'd uncomfortably clear his throat, those moments became more common when I started stitching his arm and I saw his other hand tighten into a fist.

I've dealt with many bullet wounds before and I could do these operations with my eyes closed and in my sleep. I've done several while I was out and about, enjoying my time, and suddenly someone was shot and I rushed to work. So I barely even blinked as I stitched his arm and when I looked at him, "I'm done," I informed him as I walked to remove the gloves and threw them into the trash.

"That was quick," he just said as he looked at his arm and then at me as I walked back to him, rubbing my hands together because I'd sprayed on some disinfectant.

"I am a trauma surgeon, I can remove bullets in less than five minutes," I stated matter of fact, as I covered his arm with a bandage before I stepped back from him, "it's going to hurt for the next couple of days. Refrain from using this arm for the next few days as well," I went off in giving him a list of what he should and shouldn't do.

I kept it short and brief before I stepped back and looked at him, "done," I said and waited to see if he'd say anything else but he just looked at me for some time and then back down at his arm and then covered his arm with his bloody sleeve and got off the bed.

I started to walk out of the room but I stopped when I turned to see that Czar wasn't exactly following me, instead he was just looking at me and I wondered if the drugs had gotten to his head and now he was hitting his high. I hoped he wouldn't do anything strange.

I thought against saying anything to him because I felt it was unnecessary. So I just turned and carried on walking to the elevator and then I heard him start to follow me. Wordlessly we walked to the front door and I looked down at the floor noticing that all the blood was gone and the floor looked like nothing had ever happened.

I noticed two men in suits waiting outside the front doors and Czar, without any acknowledgement towards me just walked out and closed the door behind him- leaving me standing nervously in the middle of the foyer, hoping that I was as alone as I'd been before he arrived.

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