I spin, my foot making contact with the man's face as he tumbles to the ground. I crouch quickly and grab my gun, holding it against his head.

"Why grab the girls?" I spit the question I've asked three times already, my eyes straying back to the three other bodies I'd left in my path.

"Vaffanculo!" He hisses, face squished against the floor as I dig the barrel of the gun further into his head.

I roll my eyes and tut under my breath, twisting the gun into his temple.

"Not an answer."

My phone vibrates in my pocket and I narrow my eyes at the man before retrieving it, keeping one eye on the man.

"Restare fermo." I whisper his way, smirking down at him before looking at my phone.

Come to Harley's house.

I scoff.

Kind of busy at the moment.

My eyes stray back to the man on the floor as he moves.

"Uh ah." I shake my head mockingly, "I said stay put, do you not understand Italian?" I pout down at him and his eyes darken.

"Vaffanculo!"

"That was rude."

Alessio was shot. Is stitching him up not a good way to get into the inner circle?

I narrow my eyes on the man. "Stupid fucking idiot." I pull the trigger.

Quickly getting up, I look around at the carnage, before replying.

On my way.

I quickly tuck a piece of hair behind my ear, stalking out of the building and towards my car.

The idiots lucky I always have an emergency kit in my car.

I lean over and grab it from the back floor of my car, situating it on the front before starting the car. I reach around and quickly change my shirt. Knowing the blood splatter will cause questions.

My pants are black so hide the stains and I quickly grab a wet wipe, wiping the blood from my exposed skin.

I check my reflection and make sure I'm presentable before driving to Harleys house.

• • •

I get out of my car and grab the emergency bag, walking up the path and into Harleys house.

I spot Alessio straight away.

"Take your shirt off." I tell him, no nonsense. Quickly, getting on my knees in front of him and dropping the bag beside me.

He narrows his eyes at me, but does as I say, grunting as he pulls the shirt above his head.

"Get me a bowl of water and a rag." I tell Enzo, "-and Vodka." I mutter to Artemis, knowing she'll be able to find it. I look at Harley "-and if you don't want blood on this couch, get me a towel." She leaves quickly.

I look back at Alessio and catch his eyes trained on me. "You're an idiot." I mutter, shaking my head.

I'm not supposed to fucking know.

"How the fuck did you even get shot?" I question to keep up appearances.

"Artemis didn't tell you?"

"We haven't exactly had the chance to chat." I tell him slowly and he rolls his eyes.

"Drive by." He mutters, fingers flexing on his abdomen as I lean over closer to him, inspecting the wound.

Drive by? He really expects me to believe that.

"Okay." I hush.

"Why does it sound like you don't believe me?"

I glance up at him, my hazel eyes locked on his blue ones. "Cause I don't."

He hisses as I rest my fingertips near the bullet wound, the line of his V under my fingertips.

I breathe and look up at him. "You need to pull your pants down slightly." I whisper towards him, eyes locked on his.

He doesn't remove his gaze as he lifts his hips slightly. Pulling his pants down so they rest low on his hips before relaxing back on the couch.

My hands stray to his hips, fingers hovering over the wound, my face drawing closer to his.

"Oh fuck." Artemis comes in before twisting around, "Paisley!" she shouts "He's hurt, you can't be doing that right now."

I huff and lean back slightly, "Give me the fucking alcohol, Artemis." I hiss and she turns, winking at me.

"Maybe once he's better." She whispers, though its loud enough for Alessio to hear as he coughs.

I snatch the alcohol from her. "Shut up." I hiss.

Enzo comes back with a bowl of water and a rag, Harley behind him.

I take the items before settling down again, "The bullet is still in you." I look at Alessio. "I have to remove it before stitching you up"

Alessio nods, jaw tensed. "Do it"

I look around, wincing when I see what I need.

I grab Alessios forgotten shirt, scrunching it on the side that isn't coated in his blood.

"Sorry." I say around a smile. "You're going to need to bite down."

"No, you're not." He mutters but takes the shirt and stuffs it in his mouth, biting down on it.

I quickly grab the rag and wet it in the bowl of water, wringing the excess out before gently wiping his skin clean.

I take the towel and place it snug against his body and the couch.

"Is that an old towel?" I hear Artemis whisper to Harley.

"No." she whispers back

"Your mum is going to kill you."

"I know."

I ignore the rest of the conversation as I unscrew the lid and glance up at Alessio, his eyes still on me.

I nod my head at him before taking a swig of the liquid.

"Just making sure it's good." I whisper at the incredulous look he shoots my way.

"Bite down." I tell him before pouring the liquid on the wound. Washing the blood that seeps from the hole and cleansing his skin slightly.

I grab the forceps from my bag before peering close at his wound.

With a wince, I look back up.

"I just need to make it a little bigger." I grab the scalpel and place it delicately against his skin. Slowly I drag it down, opening the wound that tad bit more.

I place them down before moving the forceps closer.

"I hope you know what you're doing" The sound of Enzos voice fills the air and I drop my concentration, looking up at him.

"He'll be fine, she's rather good at this. She has stitched me up many times."

I narrow my eyes at Artemis.

Dumbass. I try to portray with my stare.

"I need silence." I nod my head at Artemis. "Get out." I grunt at all of them before turning my back on them.

"But-" Enzo starts but gets cut off.

"You heard her, get out."

I look up at Alessio as the words leave his lips, his shirt scrunched in his hands.

Their footsteps echo as they leave.

"Thankyou." I whisper as he places his shirt back in his mouth, nodding his head at me to continue.

I move my face closer to the bullet wound, bringing the forceps back up and gently place them inside the wound. I narrow my eyes in concentration as I feel around for the bullet, being sure not to push it further inside. Blood starts to seep from the wound like tear drops and is caught by the towel.

I wipe the skin and hiss as I squeeze the bullet between the forceps arms.

On bated breath, I start to wiggle it free.

Alessio tries to stay as still as possible but his hips move slightly from the pain. The forceps release from the wound with a squelching sound.

I lay my other hand against his hips and push them down into the couch. I find the bullet once more with the forceps.

It releases with a slight pop and drop it into my palm. I quickly look at it before secretly dropping it into the pocket of the emergency bag.

Windsor would love to analyse it further.

I wipe his skin before pouring a bit of alcohol over the wound to cleanse it once more. I grab my supplies for stitching.

The shirt drops from Alessios mouth and I glance up.

"I'll be fine." He mutters in answer.

I shrug and begin to stitch him up, wiping at the blood as it spills down his skin.

"How did you learn to stitch?"

Oh fuck, how am I supposed to answer that?

"I want to be a Doctor." I reply quickly.

"A Doctor?" Alessio grunts as I pull on the string to tighten it.

"Yes." I nod, applying another stitch.

"Okay."

I look up at him. "Why does it sound like you don't believe me?"

He smirks. "Cause I don't."

I roll my eyes, applying the last stitch and pulling it tight before tying it off.

He grunts, narrowing his eyes at me.

"I thought you'd be gentle."

I smile. "You don't know me"

He smirks back at me, eyebrow lifting. "I could."

"Could you?" I ask as he brings his face close to mine, lips titling.

"Would you want me to?" He mutters, face drawing into mine.

"Hard to say." I smirk, our lips almost touching. "Are you worth getting to know?"

A chuckle releases from his lips.

"Hmm." He hums. "It'd be worth the fun of getting to know me."