Jaxtyn rushed to Chelsea's side, with sympathy in his eyes, withing a short interval whereby his mind had shift to one side, he could not imagine that such a thing mightave happened so fart, and as he approached her, sympathy filled his contours.
"Let me see," he orded.
Chelsea wasn't easy to give in too, so, she refused giving in to him.
Chelsea had actually thinking too, until Jaxtyn had not only swept a broken piece of glass towards her hand, but forcefully press it to wound her. It is only the sharp pains that cut through her which was enough to make her scream.
The blood flood and filled everywhere indicating that it might be a major wound, yet, she rejected Jaxtyn's when he wanted to help.
"Give me your hand please," he begged walking to stand in front of Chelsea.
His mere presence is enough to make Chelsea's breathing, especially as he aimed at knowing the problem.
"Hell no! by the way, it's just a minor issue, I can clean it by myself," Chelsea argued.
Her words were not enough, she needed to be more credible to make him believe that the quantity of blood that flowed from her hand is not the same as what he is seeing.
Jaxtyn instantly towed around Chelsea, intimidating her with his height, and it did play a role in letting him advance with his searches.
Slowly, Jaxtyn extended his hand, approaching Chelsea's own. When it did, he decided to be on alert in case the lady plans slapping him, but then, Chelsea's mind seems to be so engros with the young man he sees in front of her so much that she loose guarded herself against him.
Using this as an opportunuty, Jactyn pulled Chelsea's hands apart, slowly checking for the one that has an injury on it.
As he thought, it was not hard to find it, and the moment he did so, he parted it from her other hand.
Chelsea's right wrist was bruised badly, and it had a piece of glass stuck in it.
"Holy Lord!" he screamed in awe.
"What... what is it?" Chelsea demanded her voice shaky.
Jaxtyn stole a glimpse of her, and saw the fear in her, It was as wide as no one could imagine, therefore, giving him a chance to use it as a disadvantage.
"If I tell you, I am not certain you might believe me," he mouthed implanting more fear into her.
Chelsea was slowly running mad, she knew instantly that the wound was very deep, and considering Jaxtyn's facial expression, she held her breathe so theat she might not collapse.
Chelsea shot her eyes instantly finding her throat too tight for her to swallow, she thought maybe an in invincible hand held her neck so tight.
A lump formed in her throat finding it even more difficult to talk or do anything.
Even though she didn't want to say anything, the anxiety that boiled in her was enough to make her shut her eyes in fear, then, whispering in a tight small voice, she muttered,
"Please, tell me, I'm not sure it might hurt that much," she muttered wrinkling her face.
Jaxtyn tried his best not to chuckle, especially with how lighthearted the atmosphere was, he maintained his trick face.
"Your wrist has been slit to the bone region. If we don't go upstairs now, you might lose your hand as the glass might travel through your wrist," he explained.
Suddenly, time seed to stop, Chelsea stopped panickig and glared at the man hat stood before him with disgust.
"Give my hand, let it cut if it wants to," she blurted our fiercely.
The manner in which Chelsea pursed her lips into a thin line in annoyance, she just realized that Jaxtyn was lying to her.
Her reaction caused the young man to stagger behind, laughing while clutching his hands around his stomach.
"Yeah! that's it, laugh at your stupidity," Chelsea fired.
Instantly, her last word caught Jaxtyn's attention, making him to stop laughing and straighten up to his full length already.
No one had every tell him about him being stupid, no one ever dared doing so, but then, he got mad at her for the last part.
"What did you say?" he inquired his voice sounding as deadly as never before.
Chelsea suddenly became afraid, she has heard of the Mafia Prince before, that he is wealthy, and owns a club, but little was she in formed about his mood swings and how scary they might be.
Opening her mouth to talk, she found it difficult to say anything. She just remembered something about the mafia men in her town were she comes from, in fact, the news was harsh, and no matter what she tried doing, it just became obvious that the effect might happen to her here, and now.
Mafias always kill the people that they seem they didn't need in their lives anymore, anything that goes on wrong with them is always corrected by a bulled in your skull.
The burning look that Jaxtyn contours had was an evidence that he would murder her and hides the traces, it is evident to know that too.
Chelsea swirled her head around, finding it difficult to maintain eye contacts with the man that stood in front of her.
He was not ready to leave without an answer too, and even though it meant squeezing the words of her throat, he seemed determined to do so.
Walking to stand in front of her, he glared at her as if he was ready to bite her head away from the rest of her body. He was not a vampire, neither was he a carnibal, so she was saved from being eaten by the young man.
Grabbing Chelsea's chin fiercely, he asked the question once more as he was certained that maybe she had missed it the first time he asked.
Staring at her deep eyes, he prepared himself to ask his question.
"What did you say?" Jaxtyn shot.