6. Bloody Alejandro

IVY

"My life is hell!"

That wouldn't be the right way to describe it because it was worse than hell. Two weeks in this mansion without seeing the outside world.

Two weeks of feeling suffocated and wanting to die. Two weeks of not doing anything I want to do and being treated like a puppet.

After I was finished crying, I sat on the bed while hugging my knees. I was close to losing my sanity. I hopped off the bed in need to take a stroll even around the mansion to be sane because I was close to losing it.

As soon as I came out of the room, the guards standing outside of my room stared at me with a questioning facial expression.

"You can come alone. I just want to stretch my leg," I said to them.

One of them nodded their head in denial.

"I'm not running away, I just need to stretch my legs. I've been indoors all day," I pleaded before taking the bold step to walk away.

The men followed from behind me. The closer I got to the stairs, the more I heard noises. I wondered what could be happening because I had never heard any noise ever since I came to this mention.

Everything was in order and everyone was quiet. From the top of the stairs, I saw Alejandro being brought in by his men with blood on him.

My eyes widened in shock. He could walk properly and his men were firmly holding onto him while he cursed out words.

I dashed down the stairs to take a look at the situation. He was bleeding yet he was uttering words in anger in a language I had no idea of.

"Portami il cazzo di dottore!"

(Get the fucking doctor!)

His tone conveyed urgency and frustration. My eyes fell on his bleeding arms and it was evident that he had been shot but by who?

What could have possibly happened for him to get shot? Who could have shot it? I stood frozen in shock as the maids and his men went around as if they were trying to do something.

"Non toccarmi, cazzo, e dov'è il dottor Sucre?"

(Don't fucking touch me and where is Doctor Sucre?)

"Non è in città. Dobbiamo chiamare qualsiasi medico disponibile per estrarre i proiettile." The man with tan skin that firmly held Alejandro said to him. I had no idea what he said but the more I heard the language, I recognized it to be Italian.

(He's not in town. We need to get any doctor available to take out the bullet)

"Sai che nonmi fido di nessuno, cazzo. O lui o nessuno. Non mi interessa come lo fai, ma assicurati che venga portato da me!" He uttered through clenched teeth.

(You know I don't fucking trust anyone. It's either him or no one. I don't care how you do it but make sure he is brought by me!)

He was struggling to keep his eyes open yet he was speaking so harshly and shouting. If the bleeding wasn't stopped on time, he might end up collapsing.

I had little knowledge on how to stop a bleeding but I didn't know the cause of his bleeding and I wasn't certain if I should be helping him as it looked like he didn't want to be helped.

I am a third-year nursing student who had to stop school because of my mother's sickness. I needed money and it was hard having to go to school and work so I took a year off to earn money to pay for my mother's medical expenses.

“Get me doctor Sucre of forget about it,” Alejandro said, his words clipped.

For someone who was bleeding and close to fainting, he sure had a lot of strength to speak.

“Call Doctor Sucré once again and tell him to hurry up.” The man holding Alejandro said to his men.

“For the meantime, I will try and get rid of the bullet,” he added.

I watched the scene unable to think of what to do. While my head screamed for me to move and assist, I froze on the spot. That moment my eyes met with Alejandro and I swore he muttered something underneath his breath.

It didn’t take long for him to pass out. That was when it snapped in my head that I had to do something.

“Don! Don!” The man called.

Don? That’s the name of the leader of a mafia gang. Not just anyone could be referred to as a Don. This then made sense to me as I recalled from the first time I saw him, the tattoos on his body to him killing those men.

The large amount of guards in his mansion and his cold attitude towards me. That wasn’t the only thing I thought of. I also thought about the black serpent.

The man who had killed my father as told by my mother. Could Alejandro be that man? Was that why Iris's family couldn’t reject his offer to marry Iris?

Was that why Iris ran away? I felt stupid for not asking many questions before jumping into the fire. I had agreed to act as Iris to get married to Alejandro without asking much all because I needed money.

I hesitated for a while if I should assist. As a nurse in training, my priority should be to save lives but if he was the man who killed my father, wouldn’t saving him have been a wrong move from me considering how he has treated me like nothing but a hostage ever since I stepped in this mansion?

Wouldn’t keeping him alive risk my safety? I thought so hard about my next move and judging from the looks of the situation, nobody could do anything and they seemed to be waiting for some doctor who might not arrive soon.

Without thinking much, I dashed over to where he was to assist. My body acted out on its own.

“And what do you think you are doing?” The man holding Alejandro questioned with a stern look on his face.

“I want to help him,” I replied, surprised that I could speak out that loud.