Chapter 20 - Jealousy...

Stacey's POV:

“No, you don’t. Let me see….” He’s again checking my shot area, removing my jacket on that part and going for the blouse, but I stop his left hand, shooting him with my inflamed stare.

“Stop! I’m fine! It’s healing! Here! See?! If it’s a clean shot, it heals! I don’t need a fucking doctor for this scratch….” I’ve showed him the skin where I’m shot and the wounds are closing though blood is still coming out but in low rates, and now I cover it again. His eyes are growing with despair that I’m wounded and surprise for what he has just seen. Yeah, well…. I get special treatment at my level as I’m fit to it. My DNA doesn’t reject it and it blends in perfection to be a pure lethal weapon all the way….

“A scratch?! That’s a scratch?!” I’m rolling my eyes and he’s checking it again while I’m getting annoyed….

Well, yeah! This is really nothing to me and he’s acting like his baby kid has been badly injured! I’m not one used to it!

“Jesus…. It’s healing, but…. Man…. My baby love….” He’s kissing around it…. I’m boiling….

ARE YOU FOR REAL?!

“STOP! STOP! GET OFF ME! Unbelievable…. It’s like I’m a fucking kid something….” I’m taking myself off him by force and go on the other seat, slapping him to do so.

He’s boiling now and I’m covering the shot area again, removing my shades, exercising breathing as I’m having a blood rush in my body for the healing part. I can feel his burning stare on me, and I hear his heavy breathing.

“Don’t mess with me, Brian.” I’m not looking at him, but in front of me. “I don’t know what you know about me, but it sure isn’t the complete me. I appreciate your care and feeling hurt to see me like this, but one is one and two is two. You’ve done bad things without consulting with me or getting my fucking approval.”

I’m taking a deep breath, shutting my eyes as my heart is pumping blood at some insane rates to accelerate the healing now that I’m relaxed, and I’m feeling the fire in my wounds and like big needles piercing the flesh and skin to recover me to normal. It ain’t fucking pleasant.

Fuck…. I’m getting dizzy again….

I’m shaking my head a few times, clenching my jawline.

“Baby? What’s the matter?” He extends his hand at me, but I slap it away.

“Nothing! Just stay there and stop touching me! I mean it! Not the time to fucking annoy me…. Jefferson? Take the fucking car to the agency. Now!”

Shit…. It got mixed with what I had from the other mission….

“Yes, madam.” He turns the car in full speed.

I’m taking deep breaths and exhaling, undressing in fast moves my fucking jacket as I’m getting so fucking hot and I’m starting to sweat….

The fever is back…. FUCK!

“JUST TELL ME WHAT’S HAPPENING!”

He’s fucking yelling again…. And I’m about to fucking collapse….

Yeah, he’s freaked out again as I probably don’t look good.

“Nothing! Stop yelling! Stop your all! I need no fucking noise around me right now!” I fish out my phone from my jacket and my hands are shaky as I’m forcing myself to not pass out.

“Jesus Christ! You’re like this and don’t want to tell me?! What’s happening?! You’re like passing out in seconds! Don’t fucking do this to me!”

I slap his hand away as he’s wanting to feel my forehead. Yeah, I’m under a high fever.

“Matt?” I’ve called Matt, yeah. He’s my right hand.

“Stace? What’s wrong? You don’t sound good.”

I’m shaking my head again as I’m losing my vision and my head is constraining with my neck’s veins pulsating.

I said I needed a fucking break…. But yeah….

“I had the fever last night and I’m having it again. Prepare the doctors at the agency. I’ve been shot twice in my right shoulder and under it. Clean shots. Healing. What I had in my last mission is the problem. Stomach and heart wounds. It’s probably a small infection. I’m going to reach the agency in ten minutes probably. I’m alright and won’t pass out. But my blood is burning my veins because of the fever.” And I end the call, breathing without rhythm, laying my back on my seat with my hands at my sides, shutting my eyes, concentrating to not lose it like last night. “Shit….”

“Jefferson?! Fast! Baby? Please…. My God….” Yeah, he’s feeling my forehead as I’m not able to retaliate anymore. Don’t pass out…. Breathe…. Breathe…. It’s okay….

“I’m fine…. Your hand is hot…. Take it off…. Open my fucking window something…. I need air, and the air conditioning is not helping…. Fuck!”

I’m ripping off my blouse in front remaining only in my black bra as I can’t breathe with it closed….

“Don’t you guys…fucking look at me…or I swear to God, I’ll shoot you both. I still have…bullets in my guns.”

He’s opening the window on my side and the air from the fast-driving car is enveloping me in coolness and I can catch my breath a bit…. There’s silence around me, but the fucker at my right is burning in heats and I’m getting it, driving me insane for the added heat on me….

He’s wiping my sweat with a tissue something. I don’t fucking know anymore as I’m hallucinating some, but still present in reality.

“The wounds are closed, baby…. How are you feeling?”

I SAID NOT FUCKING LOOK AT ME! Jesus…. I’ll fucking kill him….

Yeah, he’s dead worried from his voice. No, I’m still with my eyes shut, panting, blazing in fever, my body trembling and sweating, fighting what I’m having inside.

The Triads fuckers had swords dipped in poison as they were expecting our last hit and I was stabbed with those…. I’m fine in general, but side effects are always there to fuck you some…. That’s why I’m having fever and it doesn’t shake off me fast. I won’t die or get high life dangers, but this is present for a while. I’m always a stubborn one and avoid doctors to strengthen my body and undergo it without exterior help, no matter how bad it is. This is how you fucking reach top. Pain is treatment. Pain is life. Pain is power. And all that shit….

“Get off me and look the other way…if you care for your fucking life…. NOW! Nothing will happen to me more than this. I’m so fucking fine…. If I’ll ever fucking die, it’s only when I’ll want it. Nobody and nothing can fucking put me down…. I got shot earlier because I wanted to…. I wanted to fucking die and end all of it…. But because they were fucking amateurs…. They fucking pissed me off…. You don’t come to kill me and start with the right shoulder…. Ha-ha! Well…. They wanted to replicate the fucker’s wounds…. He, he, he…. Some stupid asshole that sworn brother of yours…. And I thought he’s smarter than this from his files…. Shit….”

The fever is rioting my muscles in pain and I’m taking a deep breath to cope with it, but I’m smirking and acting like my lunatic self while coping with my body’s reactions, in same position and eyes closed. He’s listening and wiping off my sweat.

“I guess the drugs are messing with his fucking judgement now he’s off them in prison…. But he did send twenty-four to eliminate me…. Ha-ha! Well, I sent the 'gift' back…. And all with a headshot…. As that’s what you get from fucking with Alexander…. The chance to kill me is off the table…. He was the only one who had a clean chance to eliminate me as I wanted to…. Now, he’s with a death tag over his fucking brains. I’ll crush his fucking balls with my bare hands…. No fucking gun involved….”

The car is entering the agency’s premises and I open my eyes to dress with my jacket.

“Baby? He’s dead by my hands. And don’t ever say that again! Do you hear me?!”

I’m ignoring him and getting down the car with a wobbly brain, controlling my body’s tremble to reach inside and have the doctors deal with my state.

“STACEY!” Yeah, I’m a fast bitch, no matter my state, and he’s coming after me with running steps.

Yeah, well…. I’m not your regular bitch, buddy….

“Don’t touch me, buddy. Stay behind and don’t touch me. I’m not weak and don’t need you.”

Matt is coming out with his men. He’s got a concerned stare at me and he’s eyeing Brian behind me. He’s in his Alpha stare at him, a rabid one.

“Stace? Come on. The doctors are waiting for you.”

I’m walking past him and he’s following me. His men bow their heads at me and make way for me to pass.

“Sir!” They all say.

I’m walking, faking I’m good, and Brian is boiling at my back with his people. Yeah, there’s people over people now. I’m so fucking disturbed by all this.

“How bad is it, baby?” Matt is checking me out with his eyes.

I SAID STOP CALLING ME BABY!

I’ve just slapped his face in front of the elevator.

“Fuck….”

I’m fuming at him.

“How many times, Matt? Really?” I’m stepping inside the elevator and Brian has just punched him….

Oh! I’m getting a major headache right now!

I’m pressing the level’s button for the medical area, shaking my head to not pass out and they’re fighting….

Jealousy…. Sweet….

“You son of a fucking bitch!” Brian, punching him.

Fuck…. I shouldn’t have slapped him, but I loath when he acts like that…. Shit…

I’m in a labored breathing.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?!” Matt, taking another punch.

Well, Brian is good at fighting…. And with precision…. And fast…. Ha-ha! Fucking losers…. Ha-ha!

“She’s my woman, fucker! Don’t you fucking come near her again!” He’s punching the hell out of Matt and the elevator is going with me and several men as my escort.

Yeah, they’re both some bloody creatures against each other, like some titans something with the specific wrath, but Matt seems under him as he hasn’t scored a punch or something on Brian.

I’m your woman…. HA-HA! He’s crazy….

I’m laughing under my lips, with my jacket covering my front as much as possible.

Kissing me once doesn’t equal being your woman, pal…. But yeah, he’s first to reach kissing me…. Ha-ha! Ah! Shit….