Claude Shride

CHAPTER 4 Lily's POV

I covered my mouth with my hands to make sure that I will not make any sound.

The older tall guy is saying something to the younger tall guy. I can't understand it but I have a feeling that they are speaking in Italian judging on the accent and on how freaking good looking the younger guy is.

He freaking looks like a younger version of Tyson Ballou and damn the way he speaks in Italian makes my ovaries want to burst because of too much horniness.

I mentally slap my face, Good job Lily!! Eye rape a dangerous guy who is about to kill someone.

The two guys are having an argument when the tied up guy starts to laugh. He laughs so creepily that it gives me goosebumps but it is obvious that he was having a hard time breathing.

Tyson Ballou Jr. Stares at him and kneels in front of the tied up guy.

"Let it all out, because I'm not sure if you can still laugh when you're 6 ft under the ground Stronzo." Tyson Ballou Jr. Says while smirking evilly to him. Ooh so the tied up guy's name is Stronzo. And then it hit me.

Oh God. They will bury him alive. Sh!t Sh!t!

"Then see you in hell" Stronzo says while laughing and coughing.

Tyson Ballou Jr. Pushes Stronzo on a hole and I hear a click. He starts burying Stronzo.

I feel like I'm gonna puke and I'm having issues breathing. I can't help but feel bad for the guy, what should I do? Should I save him? Should I ask for help? Call the police? But the two guys look like they came straight from a Mafia book.

Tyson Ballou Jr. Finished filling the hole. The older and younger guy spoke in Italian then Left.

I'm torn. Should I help him? I can't just leave him to die. I mean he was still alive when he was buried. Arrrrggh! I scan the area and when I'm sure that the coast is clear. I look for the shovel and start to dig up. The rush of my adrenaline helps me to dig fast. After 10 minutes I hit something hard with the shovel. They put him in a casket, I try to open the casket but I can't freaking open it. My hands are bruised from digging and trying to open the casket. I can hear his hard breathing and whimpers in pain. I don't know what's happening to me but I start to cry. This is so frustrating, why is the casket not opening. After several attempts in opening it, I hear the click and I open the casket.

He looks so weak and helpless, when he notices that the casket is open he tries to catch his breath and mouthed thank you to me.

I try to sooth him. "it's gonna be okay" I try my best to untie him but it's too tight. I remember that I have a pair of scissors in my bag.

"Hold on for a sec. I'll just get my bag." I tell him, he just nods his head. I run to the grave of my sister and get my bag, thankful that I always bring a lot of stuff everywhere I go. I give my sister's grave a flying kiss before I run back to him and pull the scissors out of my bag. It took me a few minutes to cut it because it's too thick. I help him up from the casket but he immediately falls on his knees clutching his right sides.

"I think your ribs are broken. I'm sorry I know it hurts but we need to get out of here before they come back" I say to him while rubbing his back.

I helped him up again and this time he was able to stand. I sling my bag on my back. I put his right arm on my shoulder and I took a deep breath. It was hard trying to help a 6 foot man to walk when you are only 5 foot but we need to leave now before they come back.

"My car is on the other side of the Cemetery. We need to get there and We will call for help okay?" I look at him and he just nods his head in agreement. I lead him to the hole in the wall and ask him to crawl to pass through it. I can hear his shallow breathing and squirms in pain every time we move. We reached the car and I opened the passenger seat for him. He slumps to the seat. I went to the other side of the car and took a glance to the mysterious guy beside me before I started the engine and drove away.

I parked the car in the garage and I helped him to walk upstairs to my bedroom. He slumps to the bed. I rushed to my bathroom to get the first aid kit and a basin of water, I also checked the drawer for William's clothes he can use. When I came back he was already sleeping on the bed, I tried to poke him but he did not wake up. I'm not sure if he is asleep or passed out. I checked his appearance and my heartbeat accelerated. He is not wearing a shirt, His entire body is covered with blood and bruises but still manages to look sensual. What a delicious looking creature.

After a few minutes of shamelessly checking out Stronzo, I begin to clean him up. I wiped the dried blood and mud on his upper body using a wet cloth, fighting an urge to trace his glorious abs. He also has several cuts in his legs, should I remove his pants? What if he gets mad? But what if his wounds get infected? I mean, I'm not doing it because I want to see his underwear and to check how big his dingdong is, right? My conscience is clean. I gently removed his jeans, and I released my breath when I saw his underwear. 

Thank God he is wearing underwear. I gently wiped his legs and foot, I put some ointment and cream in his wound. I slid one of William's boxers to him. When I finished trying to fix him up, he looked like cream covered Greek God. I catch a glimpse of my appearance in the mirror, I look terrible. I decided to clean up, I went to the bathroom to take a quick shower and returned the first aid kit. I dressed myself with a large black shirt and yoga pants. I walked out of the bathroom and looked at the sleeping man in my bed. I yawned and I suddenly felt exhausted from all the things that happened today. I pulled out the mattress under my bed, put my blanket and pillows. I lay on the mattress and gave the man on my bed a quick glance before I closed my eyes to sleep.