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Palermo cursed silently when he heard her voice. Her voice was so soft and angelic, it sounded like music to his ears. He didn't just want to hear her voice; it seemed like Palermo wanted to hear how she moaned, and he was sure he'd be excited when this girl would be his partner.

But damn! What nonsense was he thinking? He must be out of his mind! He managed to entertain such thoughts when his life was hanging by a thread. It seemed that he should not only have his friend, a surgeon, tend to his gunshot wounds but also his brain.

The delirious thoughts quickly faded from his mind as a bullet struck his left shoulder. He felt the searing pain of the bullet burying itself into his shoulder. He winced in pain, and at the same time, the beautiful girl's mouth dropped open in shock.

Another bullet found its mark in his body. Before he could collapse to the ground, the beautiful girl quickly approached him to catch him.

"Don't die! I'm telling you, I'll skin you if you die!" She screamed in a mixture of terror and determination.

He was momentarily awestruck by this beautiful stranger, but before he realized that her pursuers were closing in on him, he acted first. He shot her, hitting her in the chest, causing her assailant to fall to the ground.

The woman was shocked by what he did. "Oh my God! Why did you shoot him?"

"I had to shoot him before he could get ahead of me and kill me," he weakly replied.

"Let's go before his other companions follow. They might kill you too," she warned the girl.

Palermo was successful. He could see the fear and concern in her beautiful face, and despite her trembling with fear, she managed to help him into the shotgun seat.

"But you're not going to die. I never dreamed of seeing someone die." She shakily said. "Just hold on, I will take you to the nearest hospital."

He simply nodded.

"What's your name?" He dared to ask her.

There probably wasn't anything wrong with asking her name. Palermo simply wanted to know the girl's name. He couldn't fully understand himself.

It was as if he had developed an interest in knowing her, as if something was compelling him to learn more about this beautiful woman. He wanted to understand her entire being. But first of all, he wanted to know her name, so he dared to ask her.

The girl fell silent. Palermo also noticed that she seemed hesitant about whether to tell him her name or not. He understood her. He was a stranger, and she was clearly frightened. Her body was now trembling. There had been gunfire right in front of her, so who wouldn't be scared?

He was sure that many questions were racing through her mind right now, especially because he was bleeding. He even shot the person who shot him. But it was better for him to kill than to be killed. He would find out who confronted them and who ordered his execution.

"It's okay if you don't want to tell me your name," he said to the girl because several minutes had passed, and she still hadn't spoken.

The girl swallowed hard and scratched her neck, "Ysabel. Just call me Ysabel." She said softly.

Ysabel? Damn! Her name was so beautiful!

Her name suited her beautiful and angelic face perfectly. He smiled, although she didn't notice. In a way, there might be something good that came out of the ambush by unknown enemies because he met the beautiful Ysabel. He wanted to get to know her better.

Everything about her.