They stormed into the restaurant, clearing everyone out at gunpoint. The boss dropped into a chair, tearing off his blood soaked-shirt, revealing a bullet in his shoulder and his muscular torso. As they were waiting for a doctor, he gave orders, barely flinching. Suddenly you were dragged from the restroom by one of his Men.

"Boss, she was hiding in the restroom and heard everything."

Guns turned on you as you sobbed, pleading

"Please, wait- I'm a nurse, I can help you treat the wound. You will loose too much blood until the doctor arrives, please-..."

After a long look, the boss gestured his Men to lower their guns. With shaking hands, you tended his wound, feeling his intense gaze on you. The warmth of his skin under your fingertips send shivers through your spine. And as you met his icy blue eyes, the air between you thickened, a silent connection sparking in the quiet.