The Stubborn One

Episode 12

Rafael’s POV 

I had been in my office about to take a drink when I was called out by a panicked Carlo, when I reached outside I found my doctors picking up an unconscious Ella and Mariana.

I went to my IT guy to find out who started the fight to know what the measurements I would have to take would be, I was shocked when I saw Mariana stabbing Ella, no that’s not what I was surprised about, I was surprised that Ella had gotten stabbed yet punched Mariana to an unconscious near dead state without even wincing in pain, only after that she then did black out.

I was confused when my father arrived, my father and I have never had a good relationship so I was not shocked when he started screaming at me, however I was shocked that he was screaming at me because of the American girl.

Even before I stepped up as the leader in the mafia I was feared yet my father never believed in me and always brought me down, the only reason he gave me the position was because I’m his only child, he would give the position to a nephew of niece but he didn’t have any sibling so I was his only option.

He’s always waiting for me to f**k up and when I do he makes sure to tell me how he feels about it.

After screaming at me for maybe 3 hours straight he refused to leave and did not leave for the 6 long days that the American girl was knocked out, he went on and on about how he could no longer trust me but when she woke up he left and I’ve never been so thankful about something all my life.

He demanded that strict measures where to be held against Mariana so strict that they would lead to her dying, it’s a long form of torture he uses, he will allow her to be in deadly pain and when she isn’t pain will be caused and also mental torture, I don’t care about the slut however I have to find a new stress reliever.

Ella’s POV 

It has only been a day since I got out of the medical room and I swear I tried but I’m so sick of doing nothing so I going to race.

I got to the garage to find Rafael looking at my cars and I stopped dead in my tracks.

He didn’t let me die of blood loss so he could kill me in a car accident was the only thing I could think about.

“What are you doing?” I asked a bit too aggressively.

He did not answer and just left.

I was confused and worried for my cars but after checking them allow I was happy to say he did not do them any harm.

I got in a car and made sure to sit in a position I was comfortable in, doing that was hard as no matter where I sit to I feel pain, I ignored the pain and started my car.

I drove to the racetrack only to find that it looks different, I slept through their weekend racing, that’s kinda sad as that would be the weekend I would be allowed to race as my cars arrived.

I brushed away all my thoughts and started racing around the race track.

I didn’t realise how long I was racing until my car started giving me a low gas signal, it kinda shocked me because I had a full tank.

After I finished filling my tank again I drove back to the warehouse where I parked my car and then made my way to my bedroom.

Once I reached my room I went to the bathroom only to see in the mirror that my t-shirt had blood on it, I lifted it up to see that the bandage had leaked and allowed blood to pass.

I walked to the living space where I have a really big mirror and have all the bandages.

I stood in front of the mirror and completely removed my t-shirt and then slowly removed my bandages trying not to wince while doing it.

I was half way with pulling of the bandage when I heard knock on my rooms door I didn’t answer as I was too busy with the bandage the door slowly opened after a few knocks, the main door leads you straight into the living space, where I’m standing my back is facing the door but it doesn’t matter as I can see the door because of the mirror.

I’m not wearing a T-shirt but I’m not worried about that, wearing a bra isn’t much different from wearing a bikini so who cares and I’m not shy with my body, I don’t go around showing off but I’m not shy as I worked hard for the body I have.

I was confused when the door fully opened and Rafael was standing there, he could see that I could see him but didn’t look away and didn’t say anything, he just closed the door and sat down on a sofa and just observed me, I was just saying that I’m not self conscious but somehow this mans eyes on me can cause me to wanna cruel up and hide away in shame, I cannot tell what he’s thinking.

I finally pull off the entire bandage and I can finally let out the breath I was holding in, my dad would always say it’s best to just pull a bandaid right off but my mum would take it off slowly and painlessly, I still to this day not know how she did it.

I started to disinfect my wound, it stings like hell but I will not shed a tear especially not in his presence because I know it would only satisfy him and I hate looking weak and certainly don’t want anyone’s pity.

I struggle to get to a side of my wound as when I do my arm brushed against it causing pain to shoot through me.

I struggle bit finally succeed, however I was not as lucky when trying to put in the new bandages, I have to remove and try put it on several times, I can normally do this myself but the wound is on a very awkward place.

I had forgotten Rafael was in the room until I felt his hand taking the bandage away from me and placing them all himself, every time his hand would touch my skin I shivered, I can’t seem to figure out if it’s because his touch repulses me or because I want more of it but I ignore the thought and allow him to finish.

As soon as he was done he left without a word, without giving me time to even thank him.

I went to sleep still feeling his touch, what is wrong with me?!?!