"Episode 7 - Dangerous woman."

I stared at her in surprise and somewhat in awe. Her owl wide eyes stared up at me in fear urging me to back away. She slept with a knife under her pillow and I slept with a gun.

"I'm not going to hurt you." Blood soaked my blazer and dripped on to the floor. Once, twice.

"What. The. HELL. ARE. You doing here?" She hissed through clenched teeth. Her knife was an ordinary kitchen knife with edge so sharp it gleamed under the low light.

"I wanted to see you. Now I realise how fucking creepy this is for you." More blood drops joined the ones on the floor. Her knife was marred with blood too.

"I will slit your THROAT if you try to touch me." I hadn't yet but I definitely planned to.

"I'll go, I'm sorry. Next time I'll come when you're awake. It was not my intention to scare you."

"Then why did you come?" She finally put the knife down, her bun tilted slightly to the right.

"I had to make sure you weren't fucking anyone else." She relaxed raising an eyebrow. "I didn't want to kill anyone on my first day." My blood tainted her white and gold marble flooring.

Her eyes lowered to my arm and I shrugged. Abruptly, she got out of her bed, grabbed my uninjured hand and walked towards one of the doors which opened up to a grey and white accented bathroom.

 A large oval bathtub sat on the left with a shower opposite to it which was next to the long counter with wide length mirror.

"Your bathtub has stairs." I chuckled, shaking my head. Rich people loved to add unnecessary extra substance.

She took out her first aid kit as I stripped of the blazer and tie. Unbuttoning my cuffs of my shirt, I carefully folded the wet crimson sleeve of my shirt. 

White hot pain seared from the source. She didn't cut deep but it was long enough. She poured some antiseptic alcohol on my arm and I hissed so loud, that even I was surprised. I usually didn't feel pain but her touch did something to me.

It made me human.

I stared at her and her cute burgundy silky night gown. Her pebbled nipples were poking through and I wanted to bite them, pull them with my teeth. Her toned legs made my mouth water.

She on the other hand put some mouth wash in her mouth and swirled it around before dispensing it in the crystal glass sink.

I chuckled while I held my arm under the cold water.

"I HATE being woken up in the middle of the night and I HATE mornings." She grumbled. "I'm not sorry that I cut you."

"I deserved it." I really did.

Water swirled around in the clear crystal bowl, mixed with blood then sucked in to the hole. The blood wasn't stopping and she watched it get swallowed with disinterest, like she wasn't bothered by the gore. 

My free hand lifted, instead of knuckled, my fingertips brushed down her soft cheeks. She looked me, still annoyed. Rolling her eyes, she stepped back and released her hair with one tug then gathered it back up and rolled it over her head to make a firm bun.

She looked extremely young with a fresh face, much younger than twenty-three.

"Considering I showed you my tattoo, do I get to know your name?" She took my arm, used alcohol wipes to clean it but blood kept oozing out of the slash. Maybe it was deep.

"Gabriel Hayes." I was mesmerised by those pebbles that kept straining against her short night dress with lace hem. "Are you naked under that dress."

Her lips twitched but eyes were glued to my wound and her hands were trying to contain the bleeding.

"Oh fuck." My dick swelled in my pants trying to fight its way out and into her. She chuckled softly. It wasn't a girly high pitched giggled. It came from deep within her throat, a seductive rumble that shook her shoulders.

"I'm not fucking you..." She paused, her eyes met mine. "Tonight." I wanted to lick her lips that held that smirk.

"As long you're not fucking anyone who's not me, we're good." I was dead serious. Her gentle touch on my arm tightened, blood oozed out and I made a fist to stop myself from huffing out.

"You can't control me." There was a tightness in her voice and a hard determination in her eyes that made me certain there was a so much more going on that I didn't know about. "No one can control me."

"No, I'm trying to make you cum." I moved closer, towering over her short figure but she didn't back away. Her loosened her grip and started to close up the skin together with surgical tape. 

Blood marred her sink and she held my hand under the faucet before she added more thin white stripes vertically against the stripe. When it was all sealed, she wrapped a white cloth around my arm and bandaged it up with a tape at the end.

"Thank you." I placed a soft kiss on the top of her head which was a mistake. Her scent assailed me. "Okay what's that scent? It's driving me crazy." She chuckled putting her wet palm on my chest and I flexed them to impress her. The smile on her face told me that I succeeded.

"It's tuberose and jasmine shampoo and scent." She looked her with her dark eyes that looked reddish brown under the overhead light.

"I like it." I wanted to take her into my arms and fuck her till I smelled like her and she smelled like me.

"And I'm tired. I want to go back to sleep." She walked her sweet ass out of the luxurious bath and turned the lights off. Her dress just about cover her tight butt and her thick thighs had me sagging back against the counter in lust.

I let out a frustrated growl and followed her. She was trying to get the blood of the floor with a roll of tissue but the stain wasn't going. When she was done, she stood and said, "If it was my carpet you ruined, I might have just killed you."

"I think you could if I was under you."

She looked back on her elegant bedside table and smirked. The knife was cleaned as well.

"Why do you sleep with a knife under your pillow? It might cut you." I was actually concerned. A foreign feeling, I haven't felt since the Navy.

"I'm not allowed to play with guns so, I need something if someone broke through that door." She got into her bed but not before giving me an accidental peak of what between her legs. She knew what she was doing but pretended like she didn't.

She had learned the art of seduction to the T. Kind of reminded me of Angelina Jolie from Mr. and Mrs. Smith. I moved closer to her and sat on the edge of her bed while she moved all her pillows to revel the slot where she hid the knife. 

"I'm not that stupid." She definitely wasn't. The slot was vertical so she could slide the knife in with only the handle side facing so in an emergency, she didn't have to accidentally grab the wrong end.

"Why aren't you allowed to play with guns?" Her dad, has his fat hands in multiple illegal gun trading business.

"'Cause I shot Capone with one..." Surprise fill me. "...and he took all my guns I stole, away. Well, made his men do that." I howled with laughter. It was a real laugh. I'd been imagining killing all the men in that over prised mahogany study room and this girl had already attempted it.

My affection towards her increased.

"WHY?" I kept laughing and her sweet smile did something to my chest.

"My..." She paused and looked down before continuing. "...mother was killed in a car accident. I was in it and ended up in a wheel chair for a while." My heart sank. 

"I was put into the world's finest rehab and when I regained my full mobility, Momma Capone brought me back home and I was just angry at him because if he didn't exist, we wouldn't have been in danger." The vehemence in her voice aroused goose bumps on my arms.

"I seduced the guard who was supposed to protect me..." I wanted to kill him. "...stole his gun and when I saw him the next time I shot him in his chest." She smirked. "Considering it was my first time ever shooting, I hit my target but not close enough to his damn heart. That bastard."

I wonder why she was telling me this. 

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This chapter was edited by camilewilson 
Please let me know what you like about Elena and what you dislike. I know Gabe is kinda creepy but don't worry, he won't watch her sleep.