Mafia Billionaire’s Forlorn Wife
Chapter 27

One moment I was holding Arabella in my lap and in the next moment, the car is skidding forward with no breaks just as another bullet hits the glass beside my head.

“f**k!” I swear loudly, making sure to push Arabella downwards near the leg space, “stay there and don’t f*****g move until I’m done with these fuckers.” I growl and her eyes are wide open with fear but she still manages to nod her head shakily.

“Jordan!” I lower the partition just as Jordan finally gains control of the car once again, “keep driving!” I scream at him and he nods his head, keeping a firm grip on the steering wheel while he tries to dodge the bullets firing at us.

I look out the window on both sides and find two G-Wagons on either sides of our car while there is another one behind us. The Cullinan we are currently in is bullet proof but with the cars firing at us non stop, and with machine guns, I have a feeling that it won’t take them too long to breach the glass.

“Open the sunroof!” I command Jordan.

“Sir!” He gapes at me, his eyes wide as he tries his level best to speed us away but the cars on either side of ours don’t allow us to do so.

“JUST DO IT!” I snap at him, my eyes briefly glance down at Arabella who is watching me with tears filled in her forest green eyes and it just makes me all the more agitated at the fact that we are currently being attacked.

Attacking me is one thing but doing so while I am with my wife is declaring war on a whole another level.

“f**k these bastards.” I hiss and with both my arms outstretched towards the cars on either side of us, I swiftly stand up out of the sunroof and aim for their tires.

Two shots.

The front tires of both the cars flanking ours give out and they roll off of the road, crashing into the buildings to the side at the same time. The men still continue firing at us but Jordan quickly speeds us away from them.

Now there is only one car left, two men tops, who are currently tailing after us.

And then I am coming back inside the car, missing a bullet from the men behind us with just a hair’s breadth.

“Rhys! Be careful.” Arabella screams, slightly getting back up just as the rear windscreen gives in under the constant pressure from the bullets being fired at us from behind.

“Bella duck!” I scream at her, pushing her further downwards, not wanting her to be in the line of fire just as a bullet shoots from right in front of my face and lodges itself in the passenger seat headrest.

I breathe deeply, pressing my body against the seat as I check the magazines of my guns before taking in a deep breath and then twisting my body so that my arms are outstretched towards the gaping hole in the rear windscreen of the car.

I shoot at the enemies approaching us from behind us while Jordan keeps a steady pace, making sure to not give them a chance to overtake us.

It is a good thing that it is in the middle of the night and the roads are mostly empty otherwise there would have been a f*****g media spectacle about this entire deal.

The car behind us tries to approach us but Jordan swerves just in time for my bullet to hit the front wheel and I watch the car flipping as a result of the high speed and being in the middle of a turn.

I watch as the car flips a few good number of times before it finally comes to a stop as Jordan takes a sharp left and then we are speeding towards home at full power.

Once I make sure that there are no more cars trailing after us and no more enemies coming to jump at us, I finally take in a deep breath just as Jordan closes the sunroof and I close my eyes for a brief moment.

Arabella’s scared face makes its appearance behind my eyes over and over again as I open my eyes once more and find her watching me, still wedged between the two seats and the leg space.

Taking in a shuddering breath, I reach out and pull her back up, immediately taking her arms to check for any injuries.

“I’m okay, Rhys.” She whimpers and that is when my eyes widen when I notice the unmistakable red marring the sleeve of her satin shirt.

“What the f**k is this?” I growl, pushing back the sleeve and finding a crescent moon shaped gash in her skin just on the inside of her elbow whilst b***d oozes out of it.

I look up to meet her gaze and she looks away sheepishly, “a piece of glass got stuck in my arm when the window gave out.” She tells me.

My eyes widen as I look down at the wound and then back up in her eyes, realising just how stupid and careless I have been.

I should have protected her better. I should have kept her safe. How could I let anything hurt her? How could I make her bleed?

And more such thoughts start spiralling through my head just as she reaches out to cup my face, searching my eyes for something before she settles on a small smile, “I’m okay, Rhys.” She whispers.

“You’re hurt.” I reply, completely dazed by her mesmerising eyes and the agony I feel at the fact that she got hurt because of me. “I hurt you.” My voice becomes heavy under the weight of my emotions as I watch her.

Arabella shakes her head, “you didn’t. They did.” She says pointing her thumb backwards. “And see, it’s already clotting over, I’ll be fine.”

I shake my head, “Jordan, first aid kit, please.”

And he doesn’t take his eyes off the road just as he fishes it out of the console and then hands it back to me.

Taking out a wipe, I clean up her wound, applying pressure until it stops bleeding completely. And once I know that it is clean and the bleeding has been controlled, I put a bandage over it after applying an antibiotic ointment to make sure that the wound doesn’t get infected.

My thumb grazes her skin as I stare at the wound that made my wife bleed because of me.

I’m a f*****g a*****e.

“Rhys, I’m alright.” She whispers, placing her hand on top of mine but I still don’t remove my eyes from her wound. It is as if it is taunting me that I could not do the one thing that I should be proficient in.

“We’re here.” Jordan announces, stepping out of the car as I barely register my surroundings, realising that we are parked in front of the house.

I didn’t even realise it when the car made its way onto the driveway.

I meet Arabella’s eyes once again and utter out the one thing I never thought I would be saying to her, “I’m sorry.”

Her eyes widen, unable to believe if she heard me right or not; hell, even I don’t think that I am in the right state of mind at the moment.

But then again, my mind is currently working off of an adrenaline high so no one can really blame me.

Except, you blame yourself because she’s hurt because of you.

SHUT UP!

I snap at my inside voice, horrified at the thought that because of this golden haired goddess sitting in front of me right now, I have developed a habit of talking to my own self, in my own head.

“None of this was your fault.” She tells me, “you have enemies, I already know that. It could have happened any time, whether you were with me or not.” She shrugs. Her eyes are searching my face for something but I keep my emotions clamped under a thick shield. She cannot know what I feel about this moment.

My eyes widen as I think about what might have happened if I hadn’t been by her side. She doesn’t know how to shoot a gun, she doesn’t know how to proceed in a situation like this…good god…what would have happened to her if she was all by herself?

My entire body chills as I realise one single fact—

I cannot imagine any harm coming towards Arabella.

And I am going to find out who was behind the attack tonight and I am going to punish them seven business weeks into hell.

No one tries to come after my wife and lives.

No one.