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Helping a man bleeding out in my kitchen wasn't how I planned to spend my evening.But if I didn't help him I'd be portraying the attitude of my dearest brother and father,the damn people I wish not to be related to.Quickly,I ran to the bathroom for the first aid kit and bolted for the kitchen to deal with the stranger who luckily hasn't died of blood loss.

Why am I so unlucky today?

Looking at him again just had me pissed.But the guy could kill me if he wanted to,given his physique.And with all the houses in this community,he just had to end up here.

If this is destiny,I don't want any of it.The universe can take it's destiny and shove. it.

Good thing the guy is still alive

Wait why am I glad he's still alive?

Right,don't want a dead body in my house.

Last thing I need is for me to disgrace the Quinn family name.

Note the sarcasm in the above sentence ladies and gentlemen.

Amidst the fatigue the stranger had,he eyed me curiously as I kneeled down near him, placing the first aid kit beside me.I reached for his shirt to deal with the problem only to have him grab my arm with a painful grip.

Bitch I'm helping you

For someone whose lost a lot of blood he sure is strong.

"What are you...doing?"He groaned in pain.

Helping your sorry ass

"Saving you from death of blood loss"

He slowly let go of my arm,letting his fall limp on the floor.His breathing was slowing down but not too much for him to die which was a good sign for me.I opened the kit and pulled out a pair of scissors and started cutting away the bloodied fabric of his shirt.The stab wound was large with blood gushing out,ruining my white tile floor.

Ugh,more cleaning.

Oh joy

To those judging me I'll have you know that I don't give a shit about your opinion.

Y'all can shove it.

I took some disinfectant wipes and started cleaning the wound and around it.The blood was a lot.It's a miracle the guy hasn't died yet.Once I was done cleaning the wound and disinfecting it I wrapped it in a cotton gauze.There,that should do it.Now for the flo-

"W-water"The stranger grumbled.

I'll be your maid then.

I took bottled water from the fridge for him.Unscrewing the cap I brought it closer to his lips and he drank to his fill.I had to carry him to the living room.This guy is huge and I don't think I can move him an inch.I crouched down and hauled his uninjured arm over my shoulders and held his waist for support.This would look be a comical scene.A 5"5 man carrying a 6"2 guy.

What a laugh.

Thankfully he was still a bit conscious and was able to walk straight.I sat him on the couch and propped up some pillows for his injured arm.I looked at him as he lay on the couch and.....he's a real looker.His face looked peaceful in sleep.His hair was a shiny raven black with a bit of curls.He has a chiseled jaw and a decent amount of facial hair.Looking at him again it felt like I've met him somewhere,but I can't put my finger on where.

Bummer he got injured and had me go through that tedious job of cleaning his wound.A bit of sleep and a visit to the doctor will do him some good.I went back to the kitchen to deal with the bloody mess on the floor.Cleaning blood is more of a pain than anything else.Especially dried blood on a white smooth surface.I went through two bottles of bleach to clean that.Now my kitchen will smell of bleach.

I officially hate Monday with an undying passion.First my brother visits,now I have to deal with a bleeding stranger. Huffing my frustration I decide to fix up something for the stranger to eat and regain some energy.I walked into the kitchen to heat up some lasagna I had in the fridge. Entering the hall,I find a gun pointed to my face by the stranger I helped clean his wounds.

He looked at me with the intent to kill.His grey orbs a storm of confusion and anger.He was just sleeping a minute ago.

"Who are you and why did you help me?"

This is the thanks I get for saving your life? How nice of you

I wasn't scared of the gun pointed at my head.When your own father beats you black and blue and threatens you with a gun, you loose a bit of your sanity. Or Maybe it's because I have guns hidden everywhere in my house, including the vase right beside me.

But you didn't hear that from me.

"How about you put that gun down and we both talk calmly"

He hesitated at first but slowly put the gun down on the counter.

"First,tell me who you are and how you ended up in my house"I said crossing my arms and putting on the meanest face I can.

He glowered at me and rubbed his face with his good hand.

"I was....meeting a client and a fight broke out causing me to be injured.Your house was the first I was able to reach and your door was unlocked so I went in."

That didn't clear my suspicion of him,but it did sort of answer my question

Also who would just rant out information like that.You're either stupid or really stupid.

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Okay so insulting might've been a little too much.For someone who's injured and bleeding gallons he sure is an idiot.

A sexy one at that.

Why do these things always end up happening to me?

First,I'm born into a high class socialite family an omega.

Now,some mafia lord\crime boss\alpha gangster or whatever the fuck his people call him is taking refuge in my home.

Should I call the police?

Probably not

Might as well wear a bunny suit and start preaching the end of the world.

I turned to look at him.He looks bigger than when he was on the floor.Then the thought hits me.

I don't know his name.

Will he tell me?

Ah screw it.I'll ask anyway

"What's your name?"

Stranger man looked at me like my eyes are shooting rainbows.

I can't keep calling him 'stranger','guy' or 'bleeding man'.He's gotta have a name at least.Hell,he can give me a fake name for all I care.I'll call him anything he wants.

"Why ?"Stranger man questioned.

Why?wHy?

Break into my home and bleed gallons on my white tile floor.I ask you for your name and you ask me WHY

"I won't tell anyone if that's what you're thinking"

He just looked at me and turned to the curtains and opens them slightly, looking outside with a grimm look on his face

"Did anyone follow you home?"

Now it was my turn to give him the look.

Follow me home?

"No I......don't think so"

I know I'm related to the Quinn family but luckily for me I was never shown to the public.Only a few of my father's friends who kept my existence secret

The reason why?

I have no bloody idea

Sure,rumours of the famous Andre Quinn,my 'Father' having a second son is true but they've never seen said second son.(Me)

"You need to go to the hospital.That"I gestured to the bandage"won't hold your wound for long"

He turned and walked closer towards me,caging me between the wall and his body.My heart thrummed in fear and anticipation.It wasn't like this when I was taking care of his injury.My heart didn't jump to my throat when he was groaning in pain.But this is different.

So very different

He bent his head down and whispered in my ear,his husky voice sending signals to my nether regions.

"No hospital."

His pheromones invaded my nostrils.He smelt of strong whiskey with a touch of honey.

Strong and sweet.

My vision became blurry,my knees buckling.His scent was strong enough to leave me weak.More of his pheromones and I might land right in my heat.

"N-no pl-lease"I begged.My words were slurred and I fell to my knees, tears streaming down my face.

Guess being nice is not always a good idea.I help someone in my home and what I get for thanks is being raped.

The universe sure is a bitch

"Thank you"was the last thing I heard before passing out

A/N

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