Flash Marriage With The Mafia Lord

MELANIE

"Oh, my God! Is he dead?"

My voice echoed off the brick walls of the narrow alley, trembling as much as my hands. The man lay crumpled on the cold concrete, a dark pool spreading beneath him. My heart raced as I crouched closer, desperately hoping for any sign of life.

His shirt, once white, was now streaked with red, soaked through to his skin. I held my breath, staring at his chest, waiting for movement. There—a shallow rise and fall. Relief rushed through me, though it did little to quell my panic.

“Sir?” I called out, my voice barely a whisper. He didn’t respond.

I had to do something, but what? Call an ambulance? The police? My finger hovered over my phone, trembling, but then his eyes flickered open, and a weak, bloodstained hand reached for mine.

“No…” he croaked, his voice almost lost in the cold night air. “No… hospital…”

“You’ve been shot!” I said, my voice shaking. “You need help. I can’t just leave you here.”

He groaned, his head lolling to the side. “They’ll… kill me…”

And then he lost consciousness again. I cursed softly under my breath, my mind racing. Whoever had shot him could still be out there. If I took him to the hospital, whoever wanted him dead might finish the job. But if I left him here, he wouldn’t last long.

“I’m going to regret this, I know I will,” I muttered.

There was no way I could carry him on my own. He was much bigger than me, his body heavy and muscular even as he lay there limp. I bit my lip and dialed the number of the one person I knew would help me, no questions asked.

["Mel!"] Spencer’s voice came from the other end of the line.

“I need you to come pick me up… by car. It’s really urgent!”

["What’s wrong? Are you having one of those days?"]

“Spencer! Please, just come! I’m at… Melrose and 152nd St. Please, just come. I’ll explain it later!”

Spencer, as always, complied with my request, and not long after, we were putting the strange, semi-conscious man into my best friend’s car.

“You better explain this to me very well, Melanie Walton. There’s a man shot in the backseat of my car!”

“Sorry, Spencer! He… he said he couldn’t go to the hospital, he was in danger…”

Spencer shook his head and sighed, looking at me through the rearview mirror. “Your soft heart is going to get you in trouble. And I’m going to get in trouble too, because I can’t say no to you!”

I smiled and winked, which made Spencer snort. He couldn’t resist my cuteness, even when we were doing something this crazy.

Once at my apartment, Spencer helped me put the stranger to bed and clean the wound. He was a nurse, for which I was immensely grateful.

“You owe me one, cutie. Wow, look at those ripped abs! And those tattoos add the finishing touch…”

“Spencer!” I scolded him. Yes, the stranger had an enviable body, but please, that wasn’t the moment!