My Woman

Lillian's POV

My body froze, and for a moment, it felt like my heart stopped beating. I hastily looked up at the unknown man's face, his expression was cold as steel and unreadable.

Was he shot?

"If you take another step, this bullet will go straight into your fucking skull," I heard Dustin's low menacing voice. "I know who you are...Alexander McQueen. That's the only reason you're alive. But don't mistake my mercy for another chance at stupidity. Give her back to me and disappear."

My breath caught in my throat. Alexander McQueen? That name rang a bell but I couldn't quite remember who he was. However, I didn't want Alexander to die because of me. But I didn't want to return to Dustin either.

"I don't want him to hurt you," I muttered, placing my hand on his chest without thinking. The warmth of his body seemed to contrast with his cold demeanor.

His gaze softened as he looked down at me, "Don't worry, love. I'm gonna keep us safe. I will never let him hurt you again. Just trust me..." His voice was gentle, contrasting with the tension surrounding us.

Trust? After everything Dustin had done, I didn't think I could trust anyone so quickly. Yet, there was something about Alexander and I found myself wanting to believe him.

"Martin, come take her," He suddenly called out, his commanding tone interrupting my thoughts.

I glanced at the direction he was looking and saw a man approaching. His eyes, which were on me, widened with shock as he got closer.

"Ma'am Jessica?" The man stuttered. "Master Alexander...how?"

"I don't know either. Maybe it's fate..." Alexander replied, a small chuckle escaping his lips. "Take her and keep her safe in the car."

"Yes, Master," The man replied quickly. "But should I call your men for backup?"

"No, I'll handle this myself!" He uttered.

"McQueen, you're daring me!" Dustin growled from behind, making me shiver.

"Don't be afraid," Alexander whispered, leaning in to brush his lips against the top of my head."He's just barking. I promised to protect you. I always keep my promises."

A gasp escaped me at another unexpected kiss, a strange glow of warmth and shock ran through me.

Without another word, Alexander gently handed me to Martin. The man took me to an expensive-looking car, opening the passenger's door for me. As I hesitated, unable to move my legs, he noticed.

"What's wrong?" He asked, his voice laced with concern.

I sighed heavily, "I can't...walk."

I half-expected a flash of disgust or pity in his eyes, but what I saw surprised me. Sympathy, not the condescending kind, but something deeper. It was an understanding that felt foreign to me after all the rejection I had faced since the accident.

"I'm so sorry for what you've been through, Ma'am Jessica," Martin said softly. "We all missed you. Master Alexander has been...well, let's just say he hasn't been the same without you."

His words caught me off guard. Missed me? Why had Alexander not been the same? None of this made sense. I barely knew him.

"You should rest now," He muttered, helping me into the car and closing the door.

Before I could dwell on anything further, another gunshot ripped through the air, causing me to instinctively cover my ears. Fear gripped my heart as I inched closer to the window and peeked.

I watched Alexander moving towards Dustin with a deadly calmness until the cold steel of the gun hovered over his forehead.

"It's only a coward that goes after those weaker than them," Alexander said, his voice cold.

"Get her out of the fucking car right now!" Dustin yelled.

I was so afraid for Alexander. He might be a stranger, but I didn't want him to get hurt.

My thoughts were interrupted when Alexander suddenly disarmed Dustin with a quick and effortless move. The speed and skill in which he snatched the gun left me gasping in admiration.

Immediately, Alexander had the barrel of the gun pressed against Dustin's forehead. "Get on your knees!" Alexander ordered.

"Are you nuts—" Dustin's words were cut off when Alexander swung the gun sideways and slammed it against his temple.

The crack of his bone echoed in the air as blood began to drip down Dustin's head. He staggered backward, collapsing to the ground.

From somewhere in the back, Maureen was letting out screams that only made everything more satisfying to watch.

Alexander didn't stop at that brutal lash. He kicked Dustin hard, over and over again. I could hear the sound of his breaking ribs and the desperate cries of Maureen.

"Please stop! You're hurting him!" Maureen wailed, her face getting pale in horror as she leaned on Dustin's car.

But Alexander didn't stop kicking him for a second. And I felt no pity for that monster, just hatred.

"Never touch what's mine ever again!" Alexander growled, delivering a final and vicious kick that sent him flying an inch further across the ground.

"She's my woman," Alexander declared, his voice filled with a raw fury that I had never heard from anyone before. "You'll never touch her again, never!"

Before I could process what was happening, he pulled the trigger. The frantic screams of Maureen ended immediately, and there was nothing but silence.

Did he just kill my ex-husband?

"Anyone that hurts my woman will have the grave as his next residence," Alexander threatened, his words sending an icy shiver through my body.

Lowering the gun in his hand, he turned to me. He seemed shocked to see me watching everything.

But at that moment, I didn't see him as a murderer. I saw him as my protector. My dark, twisted knight.

He walked back to the car and climbed in beside me.

"Martin, drive!" He ordered.

"Yes sir." Martin responded, starting the car.

As the car began to move and the windows rolled up, Alexander's scent filled the air. It was oddly familiar.

I sat silent, my thoughts racing. I didn't know where he was taking me or what his plans for me were.

"Jessica, you're safe with me..." He whispered, reaching for my hand which rested on my thighs.

I looked up at him, filled with confusion.

"I'm not Jessica. Why do you keep calling me that? Who is this Jessica to you?" I questioned.

Alexander looked genuinely puzzled, but unfailingly replied, "You are Jessica. You're my fiancée. We were supposed to get married...but you got kidnapped and thrown off a ship. You've been missing since then."

His words made no sense to me. None of those events had happened in my life, none.

"I was never kidnapped," I whispered. This was getting more serious than I thought. I realized I needed to leave before this man claimed me. Though I was grateful for what he did, I couldn't stay.

“Please, let me off at that intersection. I will find my way.”

“Why?” He looked displeased.

As I parted my lips to reply, something jolted the car from behind. My eyes widened as my body jerked forward, and the memories of my accident flashed through my mind.

My head slammed against the window, and I felt a sharp sting on my head. I could feel blood trickling down my face and numbness spreading through my body. Everything was getting blurry.

"Jessica!"