The unC.R.I.M.E

Chapter 6

I sat, shining my gun, my mind drifting elsewhere. My thoughts weren't like they usually were, every time I shined my gun I either thought of killing or nothing at all. It was the most relaxing time I had, but instead, my thoughts were of a certain lady.

It was frustrating because what was so special about her? Maybe that she's a trauma surgeon and I've never been with such an intelligent and successful woman? Maybe it's because she removed my bullet and stitched me up in less than 5 minutes? Maybe it's that she touched my arm and I felt silly little tingles where ever her fingers delicately moved? Maybe it's because she looked into my eyes for a split second, nonchalant, but to me it felt like so much longer? Maybe it's because when she stands close to me or even speaks to me in her ladylike voice that's so commanding and confident, I feel like I should be the only one to hear her voice? Maybe it's because the first day I saw her as she walked through those doors, unknowing of what she walked in on, it was like the world stopped?

Maybe that's what makes her so different.

I cleared my throat and came back to reality as I felt the car slow down and I looked outside the window, seeing the car had parked exactly where I wanted them to go.

I climbed out of the car, followed by my men and I looked around, my eyes scanning the area like they always do. Whenever I come to this restaurant I always reserve the entire top floor because I never sit on the first floor nor the second or third. Everyone knows that, but when I looked around my eyes saw the one woman who's been on my mind the whole of last night.

Dr Sabrina England.

I stopped in my steps and my men also stopped. I turned to the man next to me and indicated for him to lean closer, "shoot one of the men, then take them to Leonardo's house," I gave the instruction and he turned and took one of the men closest to him and they both went outside.

I carried on walking straight to Dr Sabrina England and Leonardo. The two looked cosy and were laughing out loud when I approached the table.

"Boss-" Leonardo stuttered when he saw me, shooting to his feet immediately, "is there anything I can help you with?" he asked me in a rush and I put my hands in my pockets, my eyes on Dr Sabrina who was looking at me. She smiled lightly before she looked between her brother and I.

"There's a man I've sent to your house," was all I said and he turned to his sister.

"Sabrina, let's go-"

"There'll be no need for that," I stopped him and then looked at Dr Sabrina, "I can stay with Dr Sabrina," I stated monotonously as I pulled out a chair and sat down.

"I do owe you lunch, especially after last night," I said to Sabrina who looked at me and then at her brother. Leonardo looked like he was sweating bullets but he knew better than to say anything else and he told his sister he'll be back as soon as possible before he left.

"I feel that I need to reintroduce myself," I spoke formally to her, adjusting my coat on me and extending my hand towards her, "the name's Hutcherson; Czar Hutcherson, and it's an absolute honour to finally meet you, Dr Sabrina England," I finished off, feeling a smirk come on my face when she placed her hand in mine so I leaned forward and brought her hand close to my lips, knowing full well that I was crossing a line as I planted a brief light kiss across her knuckles. 

"Your brother has told me a lot about you, Dr," acknowledging her title. So what's a little white lie? Her brother's never mentioned her, and it was wise of him not to. It shows that he doesn't trust me, and again, very wise of him. 

I called some people after the first time she and I met and I immediately found out everything about her. From her favourite colour to the kind of snacks she enjoys when it's raining. 

She smiled at me, raising her eyebrows in surprise, "really? It's unfortunate that I can't say the same for you, Mr Hutcherson, but then again every time my brother and I talk, we always try to keep conversation light and talk about anything besides work." 

I nodded in understanding as I looked down at the menu and pushed it aside, I wasn't very hungry and I didn't care for the food. 

"So tell me more about you, Dr," I paused as I placed my elbows on the table, confidently leaning forward and watching her intently. 

I looked over her colourful outfit that stood out from the black and white that everyone was wearing. She wore a yellow scarf with a yellow beanie on top and a denim jacket on top of a simple black top and black jeans. 

"There's nothing to tell, Mr Hutcherson-" 

"Call me Czar," I gave her the simple instruction and made sure she heard me loud and clear. 

"There's nothing to tell, Czar," she said as she signalled for the waitress to make her way to our table, "I should probably go home and see if my brother is in need of my help." 

"I thought your brother was more than qualified to take care of a surgery of a single person?" I responded to her as the waitress set down the bill and I watched as Sabrina took the bill and took out some cash before she called the waitress over again. 

"He is," she nodded, "I just don't see what's the point of this," she gestured between she and I, "no offense, Mr Hutcherson. I mean, Czar." 

"I just wanted to thank you for last night, Dr," I cleared my throat as I stood up first and walked around the table, pulling out her chair while she was sitting in it. 

"Oh, uh, thanks," she spoke shyly as she looked at me. 

"Let me take you back to your brother's home, please, I insist," I said when I saw that she was going to reject my offer. 

I took her hand and placed it in the crook of my arm, and she didn't try to pull it away. I knew I was pushing her but I wanted to see how far I could push. We walked side by side towards the awaiting Rolls Royce and she rubbed her hands together when we sat inside the car and put on yellow gloves. 

"I could've called a cab service," she told me as she looked at me and I shook my head as I looked at her and tilted my head. 

"I hope I'm not over stepping any boundaries, Dr-" 

"Judging from the beginning of the sentence, I know very well that you are about to, but continue." 

"But I'd like to formally ask you out on a date, preferably tomorrow night," I suggested, anxious to see if she'd say yes or no.

"I'm sorry to disappoint, Mr Hutcherson-" 

"Czar." 

"But I don't date my sibling’s bosses. I don't even go on coffee dates with them, matter of fact I don't even speak to them." 

"So I guess that makes me special." 

She laughed lightly, "somewhat," she shrugged and the car slowed down and I saw we were outside her brother's house. The doors were locked and I reached into the pockets of my leather jacket, pulling out a brown envelope. 

"This is how I say thank you," I told her as I handed her the envelope and she shook her head, "I won't let you leave this car if you don't take this."

She looked at me for some time and then at the door before she sighed and took the brown envelope, "I'll donate this money to a shelter or orphanage, Mr...Czar."

"Ah, then I can bring more and we can go together, I reckon we go tomorrow. Thank you for such a sugge-" 

"No, that's not what I meant." 

"-stion. Enjoy the rest of the day with your brother, Dr. I shall see you tomorrow afternoon."

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