Mated To The Mafia Werewolves

“Shit!” Arabella gasped out, swerving to the side.

She breathed out, having missed brushing an SUV.C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

Arabella glanced at Blaze and almost regretted it. He was up the car’s roof with no protection whatsoever, and he was opening fire on the people on their trail.

Even without being told about who sent those people, she was aware of who was involved.

Alessandro De Luca.

Arabella grimaced. Since she left the De Luca household, she had assumed he had forgotten about her. Yet, she doubted he’d easily forget when he had threatened her over again.

He had told her she would not hide from him forever, and he would kill her no matter what happened.

Now, Arabella believed he was keeping to his promise. He had freaking kept tabs on her all this while, and he was going to kill her.

She should be the least of his problem because she was just a freaking girl!

A powerless one at that!

But he made her his topmost mission. Heck, he made her seem as though she was a criminal that should not go unpunished, whereas she committed no crime.

Blaze settled into the seat beside her a minute later, and he frowned at her. “You drive even worst than my granny. Scoot.”

Arabella’s eyes rounded as she gazed at him. “What about the attackers? You should concentrate on them and not me!”

“Come on; they are down.” He murmured.

Arabella glanced through the rearview mirror before staring back at him. She let out a breath and some of the tension coursing through her lessened.

She let a small smile appear on her face. “I guess we are not dying after all.”

Blaze yanked off the mask on his face as he took over the steering wheel.

“Never say never.” He winced, pressing his hand to his side.

Blaze glanced down and noticed the shirt he donned was coated with blood. A bullet was buried deep inside of him, and he was glad it was just mere lead and not the silver bullet coated with wolfsbane that Sandro often used on erring Werewolves.

Arabella followed the movement of his eyes as he winced, and her eyes bulged out. “You are wounded!”

“I’ll be fine.” Blaze groaned as she slapped his hand away whilst prodding his side to assess the injury.

“This isn’t fine.” She glared at him. It was worrisome, and he was losing blood fast. “You need to pull over. This needs to be checked.”

“Of course, ma’am. But I can’t exactly pull over in the middle of a highway to get my wound checked out.” Blaze said with a southern drawl. Despite the pain and dizziness washing over him, he doubted he was pulling over until he reached a safe spot.

“That’s not funny.” Arabella glowered at him. “I need to drive.”

“I can’t let you.” He said, nudging her hand that moved to grip the wheel.

“Do you intend to kill us? No one in your position should even take the wheel!”

“I’m unique.” Blaze shrugged. “I can’t help it.”

Arabella let out a groan. She scowled, but she doubted he was going to let her drive. Although she noticed he was in pain, he was going just fine.

Yet, that didn’t make her feel less frightened because she believed he could lose control anytime soon.

“Just find a safe spot for us…” She trailed off.

Arabella noticed a deserted hut. She didn’t know exactly where they were, but she was convinced it was a safe place to tend to his injury.

“Over there.” She pointed to the hut. “You need to pull over.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Blaze grinned, and without further ado, he drove towards it.

He climbed out of the car and staggered forward. “Oh man, I don’t feel too good.”

Arabella caught him before he could fall. He was weighty, but she tried her best to keep him upright as she dragged him inside the hut.

The inside was even better than the outside, which looked battered. She reckoned the harsh weather contributed to it. There was a tiny mattress at the side and a cabinet filled with supplies on a bedside table.

Arabella frowned as she glanced around, and she noticed a cross sign above.

Not only that, it reeks of various scents, and it seems it was used a while ago. Moreover, she presumed people used the place whenever they were injured.

She wondered who was thoughtful enough to have built such.

“What am I supposed to do?” Blaze moaned. He yanked off the cloth he donned as he felt suddenly hot.

It wasn’t his first time getting shot, but this seemed even worst. He was hot and felt like throwing up.

He had a lot of things going on with him, and he wondered if it was only an ordinary bullet that had been fired into him.

“Just lay still. I have little medical knowledge. I did a few training in college. I can help lessen the pain until we get to a clinic.”

“Please, don’t kill me,” Blaze murmured, and she turned to him.

“How can you even make jokes at this critical hour?” Arabella’s hands were shaky, and she felt like she’d go crazy anytime soon. Her heartbeat accelerated each second.

She didn’t know what she was doing, but she prayed she didn’t kill him as he said.

“To keep me awake and sane, I guess.”

Arabella nodded, walking towards him. She squeezed his hand before staring at the injury.

A grimace escaped her lips, and she shivered. Her hand went to his temple; his body temperature had spiked higher. She didn’t know what he was going through, but by the look of things, he didn’t look good.

“This might hurt, but you need to endure the pain.”

Blaze gripped her hand. “You don’t seem like you know what you are doing. I’ll be fine; you need not worry.”

She yanked his hand away and exerted pressure on the injury to stop the bleeding.

“Fuck, is that payback?!”

“You don’t look fine, and let me do what I can. Stop trying to stop me!”

“Fine,” Blaze repeated. “Don’t just kill me.”

It wasn’t entirely a joke. Arabella realised he was scared. He was afraid to die. She was afraid as well. She only hoped what she was doing would work out and not make it worse for him.