"All honor's wounds are self-inflicted." -Andrew Carnegie- *** Phoebe's P.O.V Right now I am in the living room with Viktor and his girlfriend, Chantelle, she is a really gorgeous lady, tall, skinny, shoulder length blonde hair, pale skin, and glossy plump lips, plus pale blue eyes with long lashes, I'm pretty sure she can be a model if she wants to. She isn't all that bad, not exactly the nicest, but at least she also doesn't mind my presence. I'm sure she might have gotten used to this type of thing, Surprisingly, they have been in an on and off relationship for the past two years, but they have never truly break up. How did this all happen? Well, Edgar assigned Viktor to look after me, more like, "making sure I don't escape" type of thing, but Viktor, well, being Viktor, doesn't stand letting go of this chance and immediately after they left, he invited Chantelle here, and I have to stay within his view, which equals watching them flirting awkwardly. I get bored easily so I took one of the book from my room and just read it here. While waiting for them to be home. I know, i wish I don't have to. I fell asleep and wake up again several times because Viktor just wouldn't let me get into my room, it's night time and I've finished reading the whole book due to boredom, how can Chantelle and Viktor flirt for hours? well, maybe they had their make out session but I don't pay much attention to know that. Soon enough, I hear a loud bang on the door and realize that the men are back, Edgar enters the room as he holds his arms which looks like it's bleeding. Viktor immediately approaches them while Chantelle stays on the Sofa watching them. "Hey bro, you got shot?" Viktor says at Edgar, and Nikolai, Matvey, and Ivan follows in, but none of them look like they are rushing. "He got shot by a female assassin." Matvey says as he sits down on the sofa. All of them look sweaty and kind of tired, but of course, as mafias, they don't like showing signs of weaknesses, for they are the one getting rid of the weakness. "We should get some maids to help him." Viktor says but Edgar immediately refused. "Nobody touches me!" He says in a demanding tone. "But it needs to be taken care, or else you would get an infection." Nikolai says as he glares at Edgar, trying to get him agree to let his wound taken care of, but Edgar is really persistent, and he is about to walk away when I can't stand it anymore. I walk in front of him blocking his way, and I look at him softly, and I begin gathering all of my courage to speak. "Edgar, don't be stubborn." There is a moment of silence in the room and he looks at me with a cold expression. "What do you want, Phoebe?" He looks like he is angry but at the same time he is trying to keep his composure, I am kind of afraid but I just have to do this. "Your wound... it needs to be taken care of, I... I'll do it." He raises his eyebrow and he looks kind of surprised but then he has a straight face again and speak. "What if I don't want to?" His words are starting to annoy me, and I don't know where this courage comes from, but for some reason, my hands just move and grab his hand, near the place where the wound is at, and I use a little bit of pressure on it without actually making it worse, he flinches and I glare at him as I release it. "See, that hurts, right? Stop being so stubborn and sit down so I can take care of it!" I slightly raise my voice and at this moment I notice that everyone in the room are staring at me, and it's like everyone freeze at where they are at, as I walk away to get the first aid kit in the kitchen area. Yeah, I'm pretty much dead after this, but right now he needs help, and even though he is a villain, I can't help but wish to help him. "Who does she think she is!?" Ivan says in a clearly annoyed tone and it's pretty loud so I can hear him even when I'm at the kitchen. "Hey, Edgar-" I hear Viktor speaks from the other room but I'm not sure what happens because the room falls silent again. I don't like this kind of silence, but I try to grab the box as soon as possible and walk back to the living room area when I realize the room is now empty, and there is only Edgar sitting on the sofa with one of his leg put above his other leg. "Where are everyone else?" I ask him and he remains on his position while replying. "They left." Somehow, I don't feel so great about it, like, am I supposed to be alone with him? This is kind of awkward. Besides, how can they leave within minutes, it's not even five minutes since I left and return back. I approach him and sits right beside him as I put the box and a small bowl filled with clean warm water on the table, and I pull out a clean cloth from the box. "I need to clean the wound first, so can you please-" Before I can finish my sentence, he stands up and takes off his clothes, as he throws them to the table. I was not going to tell him to do that, but he just did, and now I'm staring at his perfect abs and toned body. He has the most formed six pack, and I don't think such a thing even exist. He surely is muscular, maybe because he works out and fight a lot. Come on, snap out of it, Phoebe, you are better than that, Thankfully he doesn't seem to catch me staring and he sits down back on the couch. I look at his injured arm and fortunately, there is no bullet inside meaning that the shot slightly missed, on normal occasions, it would cause muscle and joint damage, or cause paralysis on the muscle, so he is rather fortunate to not experience any fatal injuries or internal bleeding. I take the cloth and begin cleaning the outer part first, I also to give me a clearer look at it, I give it a direct pressure and begin elevating it and after I've done so, I apply some medicine and put on pressure bandage on it. His bleeding doesn't continue which is very relieving, and the whole time, all I can think about is doing my best to treat him, and he doesn't flinch much, only at certain part, which makes me think that his body has known pain for a long time, it's getting used to it. But at the same time, I realize that he is looking at me, no, he is staring at me and it makes me feel a little bit uncomfortable. I turn and look at him and my eyes meet his. He looks at me in silence and he doesn't even feel embarrassed or turn his head away. "What?" I ask him as I finish the treatment. "Where did you learn about treating people like this?" I chuckle at that question and just put on a small smile. "Experience is the best teacher." I reply without wanting to bring the subject any further, and he understands it, so he remains silence. "Okay, it's done." I sigh and stands up, but before I could even move further, I feel a grab on my hand and Edgar is staring at me, which makes me feel really surprised. "What?" I look at him, hoping that he is not mad with my treatment toward him earlier, because I admit, I kind of snapped a bit earlier. He suddenly pulls me down and begin kissing me passionately? As he puts his hands on my waist and force his tongue inside my mouth. Surprised with this sudden move, I try to push him away but this man is too strong even with the wound. And then after a while, he seems to realize what he has done and begin releasing me, and I pull away from him, and look at him with teary eyes. I don't know why I'm even crying but my body just reacts that way. "I..I'm sorry." He says as he stares at me, but I don't know what has gotten to me, and I cannot speak another word, as I run away toward my room. "Sh*t, I messed up." I can hear him groan from the living room, but honestly, I don't even care about it. I don't even know what is going on anymore.