TRUE LOVE: A STORY OF BONDS AND WOUNDS
WARNING: MATURE CONTENT
Carmine had just finished a mission. It was a one-man job. He was driving back in his new Lexus-350 he had gotten as a gift from his father, the leader of the Silician Mafia confraternity.
Crash! Another car appeared from nowhere and hit his car. He had jumped out in time to see the car somersault twice or thrice.
Three men came out of the car that had crashed into him. One of them held a pistol. He pointed it at his arm.
Bang! The bullet went straight into his arm. He screamed in pain. He got up and rushed at the men. They quickly entered their car and drove off.
He recognized his assaulters, they were members of a rival Mafia gang. A gang that resented his father. A bunch of cowards.
Despite the pain, he used his teeth to tear at his flesh and remove the bullet from his arm. He successfully got the iron nugget between his teeth and spat it out.
He began to bleed profusely. There was no one on the streets. Due to blood loss, he began to lose consciousness.
Soon, he found himself on the cold ground. Unable to even open his eyes.
All of a sudden, he felt a warm palm on his forehead. He forced his eyes open and they locked with the most angelic blue eyes he had ever seen.
The eyes belonged to a young girl who tied a scarf on her head. She was a very pretty girl. "Stay still," she said as she removed the scarf from her head.
He did just as she said. He used his eyes to follow her every movement. She used the scarf to tie his wounded arm.
After making sure she had stopped the bleeding, she smiled and clasped her hands together.
She began to pray.
"Lord Jesus, please heal this young man and fill him with your love," she said.
He was shocked because nobody had ever said a prayer on his behalf. Only his mother had ever prayed for him and that was ages ago.
She prayed for almost a quarter of an hour for him and when she was done, she left.
Apple had been on her way home from a teen fellowship and they had just taught them about the 'Good Samaritan' story.
Coincidentally, she had met Carmine and helped him.
After a half hour, a car came over to pick him up. He was treated properly by the mafia's doctor but he couldn't forget that kind stranger who had shown him love.
Was he in love?
He wanted to meet her again. If not for anything, to return her scarf. Her eyes had mesmerized him. He hadn't even asked for her name.
He prayed for the first time in a very long time– Lord, I want to meet her once more.
Smutty_Hoshi · realistisch