Sweet Revenge With My Billionaire Vampire

Her chest rose and fell rapidly as her fingers touched the warm liquid on her face, and when she pulled them back, her pupils dilated at the sight of blood.

Her gaze trailed to his shoulder, and her eyes landed on the bleeding wound, causing her stomach to churn with revulsion. A horrified scream pierced the air, escaping her trembling lips.

With a strained breath, his hand slipped under her back and legs. He fought through the searing pain, lifting her up and tossing her to the floor beside the couch. The small area was a blind spot to the shooter.

Adeline scrambled to her knees, wanting to get back up, but Enzo whipped his head toward her and barked, "Stay down if you don’t want to die!"

She paused at his words, pressing herself against the floor.

He gritted his teeth, gripping his bleeding shoulder as he turned toward the window. He squinted, scanning for movement or the origin of the gunfire.

Another gunshot rang out, and this time, the bullet struck his stomach. He groaned, his body jerking slightly from the impact. His hand flew to his abdomen, blood pooling around the wound, trickling through his fingers.

Despite the agony, he spun around and staggered to where Adeline was crouched. Gripping her wrist, he pulled her to her feet. "We need to go. Now," he said through gritted teeth.

He didn’t wait for her response and dragged her toward the door. As they stepped outside, he reached into his pocket, his bloodied hand fumbling for his car keys. His fingers closed around them, and he pulled them out, shoving them into Adeline’s hands.

"Drive," he said, giving her a slight push toward the car.

Adeline’s hands shook violently as she clicked the unlock button. She rushed to the driver’s side, throwing the door open and climbing inside. Inserted the key into the ignition, she twisted it, starting the engine.

The front passenger door swung open, and Enzo climbed in, collapsing into the seat. His breathing was labored, sweat dripping down his forehead as he pressed the button to recline the seat, laying himself flat.

Adeline’s hand hovered over the gear shift while her eyes darted to him. She reached out towards him, wanting to touch him, to do anything to help. But Enzo’s hand shot out, wrapping around her wrist firmly.

His blue eyes locked onto hers, and he gave her a small nod. "I’ll be fine. Just drive. Get me home." 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

She hesitated, but deep down, she knew there was nothing she could do at the moment. Swallowing hard, she nodded, shifting the car into gear and pressing the gas.

Her hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as she drove, her eyes constantly darting from the road to Enzo. Every groan that slipped past his lips made her heart race faster. His shoulder and stomach had already been soaked completely with blood, some dripping onto the leather seat.

When the car rolled to a stop at a red light, Adeline seized the opportunity and turned to him. "Enzo, I can’t do this. I’m taking you to the hospital. You’re going to die if you keep losing so much blood."

Enzo shook his head, his hand grabbing weakly at her wrist, the effort draining his energy even further. "No hospital. No matter what."

Adeline’s worried expression turned into a confused one. "What? Enzo, you’re bleeding everywhere! I don’t understand—why not?"

Enzo exhaled heavily, wincing as pain shot through his body. "Just listen to me. Take me home. I’ll be fine."

"How can you say that? You’re—"

His grip on her arm tightened. "Please, Adeline." He was pleading at this point, pulling her slightly towards her, his eyes boring into hers.

"You better know what you’re doing. Because if anything happens to you, I swear, I’ll never forgive you," Adeline warned, turning her attention back to the road.

Despite the pain he was in, a weak chuckle escaped his lips, though it sounded more like a strained exhale. "I promise. I’ll be fine."

A shrill horn blast reverberated behind them, startling Adeline. She looked up, noticing the traffic light had turned green, and swiftly pressed down on the gas pedal, accelerating away.

As they sped through the streets, she stole another glance at Enzo. The blood from his stomach wound hadn’t slowed. A sick sensation rose within her as she fought the impending urge to vomit.

She watched as he shifted, his face contorted in pain. Gritting his teeth, he pushed himself up just enough to shrug off his suit jacket, the movement causing more blood to seep through his shirt.

"Enzo, stop moving! You’re only making it worse!"

He collapsed back against the seat, gripping the jacket tightly in his hands and tearing it into two long strips.

Biting back another groan, he wrapped the makeshift bandage around his midsection, tightening it as much as he could to slow the bleeding. He repeated the process with his shoulder, securing it tightly with the second makeshift bandage. Once done, he let out a sigh of relief, relaxing into the seat.

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Meanwhile, back at the mansion, Uncle Evans sat on the balcony of the second floor with a steaming cup of tea in one hand and a magazine in the other. The soft rustle of the evening breeze barely disturbed him as he flipped the pages, taking small sips out of his cup.

The sound of the glass balcony door sliding open broke the calm. Dacatt stepped inside, his shirt all roughed up and his hair disheveled. He strode over to Evans and slumped into the chair across from him, rubbing a hand over his face.

Evans glanced up with an unbothered expression, and when he saw that it was Dacatt, he returned his gaze back to the magazine.

"Drinking tea at this hour," Dacatt muttered as he ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head. "You’re something else, Evans."

Evans ignored the comment, taking a slow sip from his cup before placing it back on the saucer. "How did it go?"

The hitman sighed heavily. "The Miranda woman is dead. My bullet went pew, right through her head," he said, shaping a pretend gun with his hand, which he then pretended to fire with a quick flick of his wrist.

"But Adeline... I almost had her. Almost."

"Almost?" Evans asked, his eyebrow arching upwards.