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Death's bullet

Part 3:

Mia was astonished at man's lightness. A lot of people she had known, who were made out of muscle, weighed a ton. He was light as a feather.

The worst of his injuries, Mia had fixed at the park. She had popped his arm back in, stitched up the lacerations and the bullet wounds in his arms, and the large wound in his head. After that she had covered the wounds with gaze and self-adhesive tape, bright red in color. When she would reach her tranquil house on Gunner Street, the injuries on his lower body would be taken care of along with all the cuts that just needed band aids.

Mia couldn't contain the tremendous sigh of relief that started deep down in her gut and made it's way through her mouth when her pristine white house came into view. Upon reaching the oak door with the gold handle, she dropped her suitcase which landed in a cluck, shifted the man's form so she could reach her keys contain in her pink leather purse. Vince had got it for her during her last birthday. Dom had got her a Swiss army knife and a bottle of pepper spray which he insisted she carry both where ever she went.

She nearly ripped the door off it hinges as she rushed into her home. Where was she going to put him? Straight in front of her was a stair case that leads to the second floor of her house well, that is if she didn't count the basement. To her left was the room she used for a office and on her right was a small foyer right room that consisted of a plush couch that Dom got her as a house warming gift, a coffee table with a glass chess board on it, and a delicate metal table and chairs. Is she stood next to her office door she could see the stair case on the right.

The entrance to the basement was built into the stairs leading to the top floor. A bathroom was on the same side as the office along with her living room. Mia loved her living room. There was two couches in it and a large TV, there was also a table that was used for a foot rest or to play cards on and ect. The living room was on the left and three steps down from her kitchen. Her kitchen was then connected to her hallway and the small foyer room. Her hallway contained on the right side a laundry room and yet another bathroom. At the end was her computer room. On the right of the hallway was her garage which was a house to her car.

Blinking back into the present situation, Mia decided to take the man her foyer room. It was closest. She didn't want to ruin her couch though. In her train of thought she bit her lip. Blankets. All was needed to take care of her problem was to cover the couch in blankets to stop any blood and such to ruin it. Carefully dropping the man on her hard wood floor her feet slam the ground, carried her up to the closet on the second floor, then back down. Pulling the coffee table towards the wall, approximately five blankets were laid on the couch. Two were left on the floor to place over him.

Heaving him up, she positioned him on his back, since all the major injuries seemed to have be afflicted on his front. Pulling off his well worn black and white sneakers, she mentally noted that somehow the rubber on the bottom was heavily damaged. Then her delicate hands pulled off his faded demin jeans. She couldn't help herself from checking him out. Damn, she thought, he hot. Ok Mia this is serious got to help the poor guy first. Taking a deep breath to calm her racing heart. She stitched up the wounds accompany his legs, covered them with gauze, and self adhesive tape, and put Band-Aids on the minor wounds. The seeing her work was complete she covered him up to sleep off his injuries.

Holding the chip that she extracted from his neck, Mia had to wonder what power did it hold over this mystery man?

All Bryan was aware of in his foggy state of mind was a definite deep raspy voice and a higher fermium one conversing. The female voice raised a few decibels making his already aching head sting in sharp jolts of pain. A sudden hit of nausea slam into his stomach like a bulldozer hitting a brick wall. Her flipped over and groaned. Which wasn't the brightest think he could've done because sharp jolts of pain now ran up his arm and leg.

"Dom all i'm asking his you watch him for a few hors while I go in to the meeting and move him into the bedroom." Mia said her voice practically pleading.

"Mia I can't" Dom hated turning down his little sister but who wants to watch an unconscious mystery man? He as hell sure didn't.

"Dom you do it or all lock you out of my house when Letti kicks you out." No one could threaten like a sibling could. It was down right pathetic that Letti kicked him out of his own house.

"Fine." Dom knew he would've given in anyways especially when Mia broke out in her puppy dog look. She was one of the only people that no couldn't be said to.

"I'm going now Dom," Mia said it as if it wasn't obvious." When he gets up make sure to find out who he is, where he's from, and so on."

"Whatever." Dom had always loved that word. He could just let it roll off his tongue in a dismissive and I don't care way. Mia gave him one last withering glance before she left for her urgent meeting.

Bryan groaned inwardly. Their voices were grating on his already short strung nerves. Once again the deep voice that resembled steel began mocking the girly voice. (Move him to the bed she says. If she weren't my sister she would've been done in a while ago.)

Strong and muscular arms wrapped around Bryan's back and under his knee. The panic lights flashed in his head. Touching was not good and the unsettling urges to eviscerate whatever was touching him, wasn't exactly a pleasant feeling.

Balling his hand into a tight fist, Bryan successfully slammed it into the man's jaw. Earning a surprise 'umph' and being dropped back onto the comfy couch. That's when Bryan finally opened his clear blue eyes.