His Assassin Contract Wife

Chapter 4

Annabelle's POV

Seven days later,

I placed the plate of bacon before my brother. “Eat up so you could get your injections,” I said, and turned around to clean up.

“Would you take me?” he asked with his mouth stuffed with food.

“Don't eat and speak. And no, I won't. I got things to do,” I said, wiping the plates with a rag.

“Mum isn't home yet. She can't take me,” he said.

I said nothing as I continued with what I was doing. My mother was meant to be back two days ago, but she wasn't. I should be worried like every other child out there, but I wasn't. I knew where the f**k she was, and it was annoying, to say the least.

Why the f**k would she mess around with useless men while her son was-

“You've been off lately, Anna,” my brother cut through my thoughts.

Good thing as I would have broken the plates. “I'm not,” I said, sharply.

“You haven't stepped out of the house for days. You don't even want to step out on the patio. Is it because of the police? I dp not know why they suspect you for the attempt on that man's life but I'm sure it's nothing. They haven't come back. You don't have to be scared”.

“Is my ten-year-old brother trying to make me feel better?” I turned around with a smile.

He shrugged. “You always make me feel better, so why don't I do it now that you feel down? And, you always act strong for me”

“I don't act strong. I am strong,” I said, wiping down the sink.

“You aren't. I know,” he said.

“Why will you think that?” I asked, curious.

“You always run away when mum cries or anything emotional. When I was in school, my teacher said it was a way not to be emotional,” he said.

I swallowed and turned around again, turning on the tap. “Emotions and strength aren't the same thing,” I said.

“You're doing it again,” he pointed out, and I shut the tap.

“Eat your food, Darian. I'll take you to the hospital,” I said and left the kitchen.

He was right about me. I was good at hiding my emotions, shoving them aside, so people thought I didn't care or was fearless. f**k, was it hard?

After doing that for so long in a day, it can be hard to show emotions when I need to or shove it back when I needed it to go away. Most times, I just rum off. Take a walk. Let the cool breeze of the night hit me and the silence of the night be my saviour.

But lately, I've been stuck in my room. Ate once to avoid speaking with my mother or seeing my brother in so much pain that I knew was partially my fault. Walking into my room, I looked out the window and, as I had guessed; the men were still lurking around.

There was a little construction going on at the side. And they thought it would be so easy to dress as construction workers but not act like one. All their attention was fully on me.

I shut the windows and brought the curtains together to prevent them from seeing more of my room. Alexandro was not just a vampire, but a crazy being. Did he really think I would not know they were watching me?

I quickly changed and headed out. I and my brother got to the hospital and yet again they needed more money. I tried getting them to give him his medication while I tried to get the money, but as expected; they refused. We stepped out of the hospital and I took in a deep breath with my eyes shut.

“What would we do now? I really do not feel good,” Darian said.

I didn't need to be told. He needed that medication fast. My phone has been switched off for the past one week, trying to avoid any more annoying calls from whoever it was trying to get rid of Alexandro. I knew how bad it could be once he missed his doses for any day.

His hand on mine was slowly turning weak. I didn't have the heart to look. My heart raced, and I tried to hold his hand tighter. My mother burst through the gates and rushed over to Darian, picking him up from the ground.

“Can't you see he needs his medication!” she yelled.

“They requested for more money. I have nothing left,” I tried to defend myself.

“Why won't you? You don't care about your brother. Just because he is your step-brother doesn't mean you have to be cruel to him,” she said and dashed into the hospital.

I folded my fists as I watched her back. The nurses quickly took Darian from her as she went to the counter with some cash. Her words replayed in my head, and I turned around. My eyes stung as tears threatened to fall.

Not once had I seen Darian as my step-brother. He was a brother to me, just like she saw him as her son. I didn't care that he was from another father, but would that ever fly with my mother?

No.

No, it wouldn't. She would rather blame me, despite paying for all of his treatment all this while. I turned around and left the hospital. I didn't think where I was headed to. I just let my legs do the work.

I ended up in a parked and remained there until it was dark. The streets slowly turned silent once again, and with it came my heart shutting down. Did I love it?

Not always, but right now, I needed it.

Once I felt calm enough, I stood up to head back home. On turning around, I spotted someone distances away from where I stood, staring at me. I could not see his face due to the tree that blocked out the lamp post from getting to it.

“Whatever you wish to do, I advise you don't,” I said, calmly and almost bored.

This was not my first rodeo on these streets. No one would try to take me on, especially when I felt like beating someone up. In a blink, he was out of sight. I sighed and turned around, only to meet Alexandro.

“Not only are you an assassin, but you don't fear being stalked,” a smile tugged at the side of his lips.

“What do you want?” I asked, displeased to be talking to him.

If not for my failure to kill him, I would not be this upset about not being able to pay for my brother's medical bills. He took a step forward, but I remained rooted to where I stood.

“Your one week is over, so it means you will have to do whatever I ask,” he said.

“I never made a deal with you. You assumed,” I stated.

He had asked I kill him in one week, but he was more than stupid to think I would do it. I did things my way and only my way.

“You will do as I say,” he growled, moving even closer to me.

“You cannot intimidate me, Mr. Alexandro” I said, fortunately, able to stop myself from stuttering.

Good thing I was good at hiding my emotions, or I would fall off my legs with how much I knew he could do to me. Fighting chance?

Maybe I had that.

But leaving alive?

That I doubted.

“I am not trying to. Listen to my deal, and maybe we can come to a compromise,” he said.

I raised my brows. His tone was soft and almost convincing. I was stupid for thinking of considering it, but maybe I was more than that with the words that left my lips.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Marry me for the holidays”