Third person P.O.V.

"I can do it myself; I don't need your help. I'm an independent woman, she says. Independent my ass!" he groaned, his teeth grinning in annoyance. Kid sat down heavily.

"What a stubborn girl!"

Killer was patiently sitting opposite him, glancing up the pistol and nodding from time to time.

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After the first try with using a weapon, Y/n tried to use it on her own, which ended in a disaster. Kid immediately took her to the private infirmary that he, unsurprisingly, owned and threateningly growled at the staff to take care of her. Without even blinking they rushed towards her and led her to a white room in which all the medical instruments were.

Half an hour later the doctor, a mid-aged woman with overly large glasses reassuringly smiled at her and cautiously explained to Kid that it was only a hand sprain.

Relief had crept over his face before it was dismissed by a bitter smug.

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"I didn't think you were the type to lose your sanity for a girl."

Kid rubbed his chin before he warningly denied the previous statement: "I don't know what the fuck you're talking about."

"Sure." Killer hummed his eyes focused on the black metal object in his hands.

"Seriously Killer, do you even listen to the things that come out from your mouth? I hope you choke on the shit you talk."

The blonde nonchalantly shrugged, unaffected by his words, before he calmly, in the contrast from the red, answered: "I'm just stating the obvious. You never seemed to be genuinely interested in someone."

"Does it look like I give a fuck about her?" He narrowed his eyes toward him and gulped down the remaining of the alcoholic beverage from the glass, before he cynically added: "She needs to be in a good shape so I could collect the bounty that is leisurely hanging from her neck and kill that son of a bitch." he snapped at the last part. The anger he was holding in, was released and the glass cup broke into tiny pieces.

"Kid..."

"He's not getting away from me. The day he dared to step on my property and kill my men, will be the day he will regret the most. I will rip that ugly smug off his face and set his rotten body including his empire on fire. And when that day finally comes..." he grinned. "I'll be victorious." At that moment the need for revenge was gnawing his soul, relentlessly destroying it.

"Kid...But what about the girl?" he again asked. "Do you really need to drag Y/n into this? She...doesn't deserve it."

Kid's darkened facade crushed down.

"Killer, go now. Make sure they do a decent job. No screw-ups."

"Got it, boss."

End of P.O.V

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"Ow, my hand!" I grimaced at the sting pain that appeared after my second attempt of shooting. Frankly, at that moment, when he touched me, I became a nervous wreck and couldn't concentrate, even if my life depended on it.

"Y/n! What the hell did you do?" He wrinkled his lips when he lowered himself to me and glanced at the bluish mark on my wrists.

"Come closer!"

"W-w-hy?"

"Don't ask any questions, just come!"

"I don't wanna, you're gonna hit me."

"Stupid girl," he breathed. "I'm not gonna frickin' hit you!"

"You look like you want to rip my head off." I huffed, still trying to force the distance between us.

"If you won't come, I will consider that possibility." he muttered, scowling.

"I-..." Before I could even come up with a comeback, he swiftly grabbed me by the hips and as if I was the lightest thing in the world, threw me over his shoulder and started walking towards the door.

"Stop moving!"

The whole way I was struggling and acting as a child, hoping he would let go off me.

But he didn't. He just hissed every time I squealed in desperation.

Then he snapped: "Y/n...Yell at me again, and I'll give you a real reason to scream."

I gasped. Without hesitation, I bit my lips as a blush scattered on my face, feeling thankful he couldn't see it.

I could sense his victorious smirk, when silence filled the corridors.

What a jerk...

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"What happened?" An older woman asked me after a younger man was dismissed by Kid. Why?

"I-I had a small accident..." I shyly replied, trying to avoid the subject of speaking. She only nodded.

" You have a sprain, so that consequently means bruising, pain, and swelling of your injured hand will be normal so don't panic. Otherwise, everything is in order. You will need to rest for 1 to 2 days after your injury. This will help decrease the risk of more damage to your hand. Do not lift anything." The doc delicately grabbed my arm by the side and slowly wrapped the bandage.

"If it still hurts after a week then come back."

"Thank you." I shyly expressed my gratitude.

"You are welcome." She gave me a friendly smile. "I wish you a good day, Mr. Eustass, Y/n."

"Well...that ended quite...interesting." I broke the silence.

"Whatever... I called Heidi; she will take you to your room."

I scoffed: "But I don't want to go back..."

"Are you clinically insane or incredibly annoying?"

I thought for a minute before honestly answering: "I don't know...Probably both."

"I really do wonder how to response to your stupidity." he murmured and reached towards my hand. I flinched by his unexpected move. He carefully glanced at the bandage and tenderly brushed his thumb over the injury. It did hurt a bit, but the surprise overruled the stingy feeling.

"Tch."

And then his warmth left my skin.

"If you really insist on wandering around the mansion, be my guest. But don't think you're over with the training."

I gulped. Then I remembered something.

"Kid..." When his name rolled down my tongue it held a strange feeling. It was like I was embarrassed or something.

Then I just blurted out. "I need to call my friends." I overthought for what I asked for, so I added "please". This was perhaps the 10th time I asked him and he forcefully rejected my pleading.

"I really have to tell them that everything is fine with me! My friends...Ace and Luffy-were expecting my call after the...birthday party." I could feel my eyes tear up when I specified who exactly I miss.

He quickly recovered from shock and tilted his head in disbelief: "Ace and Luffy? You don't mean the younger brothers of Marco and Thatch? "

"H-how do you know them?" Now it was my turn to be mesmerized.

"Why the hell wouldn't I? Their father- Edward Newgate- is in the same business as I am." Kid deliberately looked at me closely, piercing my face.

"The Newgate family is part of the mafia?"

He grimaced. "No Y/n, he is the mafia's leader. The Whitebeard."

Pain seared through my abdomen while pictures of me and the trio brothers as well as our group played in my mind.

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