Chapter 12
Carsyn's POV
As soon as I heard the voice, I recognized the owner—it was none other than Mr. Finley. I was relaxed to some extent, but only for a few minutes before I started panicking.
He is Rose's husband. He will surely help her. Is he here to help Rose kill me? But why? What on earth did I do to make them want to kill me?
Before I could make up more stories in my head, I heard Rose's voice.
Rose: "Why are you here?"
Andreas: "Hmm?"
The way Mr. Finley said "hmm" sounded like more than just a sound, as if he was questioning whether Rose was in any position to question him.
Mr. Finley raised his eyebrow and said, "Let her go."
Rose squinted her eyes and said, "Why? Because she is your mistress?"
Mr. Finley walked slowly toward her, raised his hand to take Rose's chin in his grip, and said, "Don't forget your place just because I treat you well."
Rose didn't seem intimidated by Mr. Finley's words and retorted, "So, you admit that she is your mistress, and you're screwing her behind my back?"
Mr. Finley smirked and replied, "Do you think everyone has an itch like you?"
Rose seemed furious at his words and continued, "Don't forget you signed a contract with my father. And about the itch—if you don't have one for this girl, why did you even come here?"
A contract? What kind of contract are they talking about?
Mr. Finley didn't say anything for some time. He seemed to be thinking deeply, but there was no trace of emotion on his face.
Rose observed him for a moment, then turned to look at me. I was silently praying for Mr. Finley to snatch away the gun that was pointed at my glabella.
I stared at Mr. Finley with desperate hope, but he didn't even spare me a glance.
Then, I heard the sound of Rose pulling the gun's trigger. I was so scared that it felt like my eyeballs would pop out of their sockets. Although I had a small hope deep inside me that Mr. Finley would save me, part of my mind warned me not to dream.
I couldn't control my emotions anymore. My heart felt like it would burst out of my chest. I stared at Rose's hand, which was ready to shoot me any second. I was so terrified that I didn't even blink.
I saw her hand tighten around the gun and her index finger slowly press the trigger. I could no longer keep my sanity or act brave. I closed my eyes and saw images of me playing with my brother, teasing him, and hugging my mom and dad. I wanted to see them and tell them, "I love you," one last time.
I heard the sound of a gunshot, but I felt fine. I wasn't hurt. I didn't feel any pain or think I was on my way to hell. Did that mean I wasn't shot? That I was still alive? How? I was even scared to open my eyes.
I slowly opened my eyes to see Mr. Finley grabbing Rose's hand, their arms pointing the gun upward toward the ceiling. Mr. Finley was staring at Rose as if warning her.
The tears I had been holding back escaped, trailing down my cheeks and onto my neck. I suddenly felt so weak that my legs and hands went numb, and my tears wouldn't stop.
I heard footsteps and saw Mr. Handsome from earlier and another man enter the room, but I didn't care about anyone at that moment.
The noises from the commotion between Rose and the others faded as my mind stopped registering anything. Everything became blurry, my breathing escalated, and darkness engulfed me.
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Andreas' POV
A strange feeling crept into my heart, but I couldn't identify it.
Rose was questioning me. Why had I pulled her hand away? If I had no relationship with Miss David, why had I come here? Why did I care if she was innocent or not?
The truth was, I didn't have answers to her questions. I kept telling myself, "She's my student, and it's my duty to protect every one of them."
But for God's sake, I knew that I, Andreas Finley, didn't care about anyone. Nothing mattered more to me than my position as a mafia leader.
I didn't care if someone was killed for some reason. I had killed many to get where I am today.
Rose's business was none of my concern, and this wasn't the first time she had done something like this. So, why was I interfering now?
These thoughts irritated me to no end. My rage simmered. If I didn't leave, I might do something to Rose that I'd regret.
I glared at her, silently commanding her to stop her screaming and questioning. I hadn't given her—or anyone—the right to challenge me. She stopped talking, pulled her hand from my grip, and stormed out of the room.
I turned to look at Miss David. She was unconscious, tears still streaking her cheeks. I didn't want to get involved with her anymore. Without another word, I walked out of the room.