10 Trying To Run

"Don't fucking shoot!" Miguel shouted out to his cousin Pablo who was in hot pursuit of Gemma pointing his gun at her.

Pablo shot into the air for the second time but that didn't stop Gemma, she kept running, not looking back.

Miguel called off the other two guards who came out to go after Gemma.

Miguel wondered what her plan was. They were very far from the city and the nearest road was miles away. Did she think she could get away?

Pablo caught up with Gemma and grabbed her by arm pulling her to himself. Gemma struggled, trying to fight him off. She kneed Pablo in the groin, causing him to groan in pain, but he didn't let go of her, instead, he hit her hard on the head with the butt of his gun, out of annoyance, causing Gemma to collapse on the ground, and passed out.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Miguel yelled at Pablo as he caught up with them, his eyes on Gemma who was passed out on the ground.

"What did you do that for?"

"She tried to run," Pablo said.

"Thanks for choosing to be 'captain obvious' but I can see that," Miguel bit out scrunching down to look at Gemma.

She lay motionless on the ground and for a second, he thought she might be dead. He let out a sigh of relief when he noticed the slow rising and falling of her chest as she breathed in and out.

"What were you thinking? Do you want to have her killed?" Miguel let out a hiss as he turned her head and saw blood coming out from a cut on her forehead.

He stood up to face his cousin who looked anything but sorry for what he did.

"Need I remind you that we need her alive? If she dies, then we have nothing!" Miguel looked so pissed his cousin had to take a step backwards.

"How did she even manage to get out?"

"She kneed Legros in the groin when he opened the door for her to go use the restroom," Pablo explained.

Miguel sucked in a breath in a bit not to lose his cool.

"Get the fuck out of here! And have Legros see me!"

Paolo mumbled something about Miguel making so much fuss about a prisoner as he backed away.

Miguel swore under his breath as he scrunched down and scooped Gemma into his arms and carried her back into the house. She was light in his arms.

"I see it's the prisoner who was causing the ruckus," Miguel's father said as Miguel carried Gemma inside the house.

Eyeing Gemma his father said, "she is a tough one huh?"

Miguel grunted something inaudible as he approached the steps to the bedroom.

"In case you forgot, the basement is the other way," his father said pointing in the direction of the basement.

"She is not going back to the basement," Miguel said.

He didn't wait for his father to reply before he started taking the steps two at a time.

Miguel kicked the door to his bedroom with his foot and carried Gemma inside. He placed her on the large mattress.

He brushed off the dirt from her hair and arms. He stood over her watching her. For some strange reason, he felt the urge to protect her. Protect her from her father and the rest of his cartel.

Miguel shook out of the feeling as he walked into the en-suite bathroom to get his first aid kit.

When he came back into the bedroom, Gemma was still passed out.

Miguel stood for a moment drinking at the sight of her.

He climbed on the bed. Straddling her, he placed the first aid box beside her on the bed. He opened it, and just as he was about to take out the antiseptic to clean her wound with it, Gemma regained consciousness and she started fighting to get him off her.

Miguel abandoned the bottle of antiseptic and pinned her down to the bed with his hands.

"Calm down," he gritted out.

"Like the fuck I will!" Gemma shouted as she continued trying to fight him off, she tried using her feet to kick him, but her efforts were useless as he pinned her legs between his.

"Get off of me, now!" Gemma demanded with so much authority that almost made Miguel laugh.

"Remain still, I'm only trying to treat your wound," Miguel advised, still pinning her to the bed.

"Like you fucking care! Get off of me!"

Miguel chuckled, "I don't. I just don't want you bleeding to death. Yet. So relax and I will have your wound cleaned, else I will have to handcuff you, either way, I'm still going to clean your wound."

Gemma was breathing hard after so much struggle, and her head was still slightly spinning from the impact of Pablo's gun on it.

Silence fell in the room as they both stared at each other. Miguel's face was so close to hers, their breaths mingled. For a second, Gemma thought he was going to kiss her.

After a moment of staring at each other, Miguel said, "that's more like it."

He let go of her hands. "For your good I advice that you don't try anything funny," he warned when he noticed her balling one of her hands into a fist, and Gemma relaxed her hand.

Miguel had an amused smile on his face as he took out a bottle of antiseptic and wetted a ball of cotton wool with it.

"What is so funny?" Gemma asked eyeing him.

"What were you thinking? Did you actually think you could escape? How far were you expecting to go before you got caught?"

Gemma shrugged, "I had to try."

From her expression, Miguel could tell that she was going to try to do it again.

"If you do that next time, you might not live to tell the tale."

"At least, I will know I died trying," Gemma deadpanned.

"That would be a waste." Miguel said as he brought the soaked cotton ball to her forehead.

"This is going to sting," he warned and before Gemma got the chance to prepare herself, Miguel placed the cotton wool on her wound.

Gemma bit down her lower lip from the pain that she felt. Tears pooled in her eyes but she didn't allow them to fall.

Miguel how she always held herself back from crying in his presence.

When Miguel was done cleaning the wound, he covered it with a plaster.

"That should do," Miguel said as he closed the first-aid box getting off her.

"I guess I should thank you?" Gemma asked with sarcasm.

Miguel got off the bed and carried the first aid box.

"You should rest," he said as he headed out the door.

"Am I going to be staying here now? No longer at the basement?" Gemma asked before he opened the door.

"If you miss the basement so much, I can have you taken back."

"Hope you know you won't get away with this?"

Miguel chuckled. "I already have."

"My family won't rest until you and everyone related to you, is dead!"

Miguel chuckled even more. "I will be waiting for them when they come. That's if I don't go to them first. Get some rest Daddy's Girl."

With that said, Miguel left the bedroom and locked the door from outside.