CHAPTER 52: ASSASSINATION?

Braelyn’s POV

My back was aching. A sharp hiss escaped my lips, my eyes fluttered open, and I found myself in a dark, unfamiliar room, hugging a pillow.

"Where am I?" I mumbled, face buried in the soft pillow which smelled of cleaning agents. The sheets were fresh, this was probably a guest room.

Was I in Lucien’s home? I wondered, slowly sitting upright. My clothes were still the same and there wasn’t any sign of him.

My throat felt parched. God, I needed a glass of water. Half asleep, I groggily got off the bed and walked barefoot out of the room to get a cup of water..

Close to the stairs a familiar voice drifted to my ears in the dark silence. I immediately sobered up overhearing Lucien on a phone call.

"What do you mean you don’t know who authorised it?" He asked, sounding irritated by the person on the call. Lucien hissed.

"Then find out who authorises the attack." I was trying to figure out where his voice was coming from but it was hard in this dark house. My eyes widened. Was he trying to enquire about the attack tonight?

Did Lucien have a connection with the Mafia? It was hard to be believed, Lucien was too lazy for that, but he seemed to know something I didn’t.

I slowly continued down the stairs to keep my presence subtle. Something in my guts told me he didn’t want anyone knowing he was talking about on the phone.

His voice became clearer the closer I drew to the foot of the stairs.

"Everything seemed planned. How did they know she was coming tonight, and from the look of things, it was mostly an assassination attempt."

Assassination!!! Someone wanted me dead.

My chest tightened. Was that about me? No... it couldn’t be. Could it?

My heart jumped, and I missed a step, twisting my ankle. A sharp pain shot through the body. A startled scream was inextricably slipped out of my throat as I lost balance and fell down the stairs.

Before I could hit the floor, an arm circled around my waist. In the darkness, his voice sounded unusually cold.

"What are you doing creeping around in the dark?" He asked. Lucien.

I panicked and shoved him hard. Lucien refused to let go and we both ended up tumbling to the floor. Only for me to end up straddling his waist while my palm roamed on his bare torso.

His muscles were pretty firm and built. A soft magnetic chuckle rang through the darkness. "This view is pretty lovely. Seems like someone is anxious to ride my cock." Lucien chimed and my soul left my body.

What was wrong with the narcissist? Then it registered that I was sitting across from his little brother. My cheeks burned immediately. How did we end up in this position

"How can you say something like that?" I blurted out, frozen in place. The area was dimly lit but I was certain he had a wide grin on his face now.

"I see nothing wrong with what I said besides you don’t mind sitting there. I might mistake it as you taking the initiative." My stomach churned and my heart started pounding

I quickly jumped off him, what was wrong with me? Lucien managed to sit up on the floor while I ran from my life

I barely stood on my feet when I stumbled backwards, falling into his arms. Shit, my ankle was killing me.

Lucien grabbed my injured leg. "It looks like you injured your ankle." He said with a calm tone, the earlier teasing tone had completely disappeared..

"I’m sorry...I didn’t mean to bother you." I apologise. My voice was barely a whisper but I was certain he heard me. Lucien sighed

"Can you walk?" He asked before I could even give a reply. I was already scooped into his arms.

"I don’t think I can walk on my twisted ankle "My hands were looped around his shoulders. His body trembled with a laugh.

"That’s obvious. Should be careful next time you go snooping around in the dark." Lucien snorted. My lips pursed into a thin line.

Lucien didn’t have any difficulty navigating the house with the lights practically switched off. The light switch was turned on, and we were in the kitchen.

He carried me straight to the counter where he made me sit before moving to the refrigerator. "I wasn’t snooping around ." I finally defended myself

"How believable." He sneered still searching in the fridge.

I pouted my cheeks. It was half true. "I am telling the truth. I came down to get a glass of water. " Lucien seemed to have stopped for a moment before he turned around with a bag of frozen peas and a bottle of water.

His eyes narrowed on me like he was trying to read through me. It was hard holding his gaze. Lucien quietly walked towards me

He placed the frozen bag of peas on my ankle. A sharp cry slipped out, tears lingered in my eyes feeling the cold sensation against the pain

"Stop squirming around. We have to stop the area from swelling." He instructed me to study my injured feet.

"It doesn’t look that serious," Lucien added. His voice sounded firm like he was certain of what he was saying.

My brow arched at him. "What makes you certain? It’s not like you are a doctor." I taunted. The pain in my ankle was telling me another thing. It felt like something broke.

His expression remained stern. "I do have a medical degree with just one year of practice. Medicine wasn’t as exciting as I expected it to be so I left after I got bored." He said with a straight face.

My jaw dropped. "You have a medical degree." I gasped. He didn’t look like the studious type. How did he pass the exams?

He smirked. "Your thoughts are written all over your face Braelyn." He sighed. Lucien stepped back and then handed me the bottle of cold water he had just opened.

"I actually graduated with distinctions. It was hard but let’s say I’m the type that always makes sure to get what my mind is set on..." He paused and his gaze drew to my lips...

"No matter how challenging it was." He added. I nervously gulped. His words seemed to have another meaning.

Despite swallowing a mouthful of water, my throat was still very dry. Why did his gaze turn heated?

Lucien smirked, his face suddenly leaning closer. Too close for comfort. I tried to back away. Lucien stepped back laughing hard.

"Be careful or you might choke on your water. Although I prefer you choke on something else."

That was it? I spat a mouthful of water after choking on it. Did he have to turn every conversation into a dirty one?!

I glared hard at him. He definitely wanted me to have a heart attack.