Crazy but sweet

 LOLA'S POV

 I was awake. Wide awake.

 Rest? That was impossible.

 What if Jolie couldn't track me? What if no one came? What if... this was the end?

 I stared blankly at the ceiling, the air thick with the stench of damp walls and stale sweat. My body was too weak to move. I had stopped fighting long ago.

 The door creaked open. The doctor entered, his eyes darting nervously. He reached for the syringe.

 Not again.

 I hated that syringe.

 Every time it punctured my skin, it sent fire through my veins. My head would throb, my vision would blur, and my body—my own damn body—would betray me, sinking into helplessness.

 He crouched beside me, his voice barely above a whisper.

 "Just hold on. They’ll come for you," he murmured.

 I blinked at him.

 Come for me?

 That was a nice thought, but the pain in my body disagreed. I felt dead already.

 Then, the door slammed open.

 A masked man strode in, two others flanking him.

 The doctor tensed. He closed his bag and spoke, his voice steady.

 "I've given her today's dose."

 The masked man chuckled darkly.

 "Yeah... I know. Give her another one."

 My heart stopped.

 No.

 I wanted to scream, to beg, to fight—but my body refused to obey.

 The doctor hesitated. A gun clicked behind his head.

 His hands trembled as he opened his bag again, pulling out another syringe.

 He injected me.

 Pain.

 Unimaginable. Unrelenting.

 I couldn't even feel my body anymore. My brain was a chaotic mess of static and darkness.

 I was nothing.

 ---

 BRIAN'S POV

 I didn’t trust that doctor. Something about him felt... off.

 And I hate being played.

 I smirked as I stepped toward the bed, watching Lola’s limp form.

 Poor little thing. So helpless.

 Jolie had been obsessed with her. He had stopped sleeping with the desperate sluts at his club just to keep his bed warm for this weak, delicate girl.

 I had to know—what was so special about her?

 I motioned for my men to leave.

 The room was ours now.

 I unbuckled my belt, pushing my pants down just enough.

 I had barely touched her legs when—

 BANG!

 A gunshot.

 What the fuck?

 Before I could react, my guard burst into the room. His face was pale, his breath labored.

 "We have to move, boss!" he rasped. "They're outside—heavily armed! Drones, too!"

 My blood ran cold.

 Drones?! What the actual hell?!

 I turned back to Lola.

 Damn it.

 "Carry her."

 The guard hesitated.

 "Boss... we can't. She’ll slow us down. If we get caught—"

 He never finished his sentence.

 A bullet ripped through his skull.

 His body collapsed beside me, blood splattering onto my hands.

 I sucked in a sharp breath, my gaze flicking back to Lola.

 Lola, Lola...

 It could have been the perfect time. I wanted to see if she shuddered at my touch, if she’d fight or give in, if she’d scream or go silent when I—

 But I was out of time.

 I exhaled, leaning close to her ear.

 "We’ll meet again," I whispered.

 Then, I reached into my pocket and pulled out the acid spray.

 "Shhh," I cooed, before spraying her face.

 Her weak whimpers followed me as I vanished through the back window.

 I ran.

 Three streets away, I grabbed a cab.

 I had only one thing on my mind now—Selen.

 That treacherous bitch.

 She set me up.

 I was going to rip her apart.

 But then—

 Click.

 The car doors locked.

 What the—?

 The driver turned, his lips curling into a smirk.

 "Nice try," he murmured.

 Before I could react, he grabbed my wrist and snapped handcuffs onto me.

 I was dragged out of the vehicle.

 Red and blue lights flashed in the distance.

 Cops. Everywhere.

 It was a setup.

 They knew I’d run.

 I was fucked.

 ---

 JOLIE'S POV

 Luke and I sprinted up the stairs, our guns drawn.

 This wasn’t just any house.

 This was our house.

 The place where we used to drink, laugh, and chase girls during high school.

 The place where we became men.

 And now?

 Now it was a goddamn prison where my Lola was suffering.

 Luke, the lunatic he is, was shooting anyone who got in our way.

 I kicked the door open—

 And my heart stopped.

 Lola.

 Lying on the bed.

 Motionless.

 Her face—dear God, her face.

 I stumbled forward, my breath hitching. No. No. No.

 Brian didn't do this to her.

 He couldn’t have.

 I reached for her, my fingers trembling as I checked her pulse.

 She was breathing.

 Relief crashed over me.

 Without another thought, I scooped her into my arms and ran.

 ---

 OUTSIDE

 The paramedics were already waiting.

 They rushed to her, tending to her wounds.

 And then I saw it—

 The burn marks.

 Brian had sprayed acid on her face.

 I swallowed hard, my fists clenching.

 If he had gotten the chance to spray her whole face...

 I couldn’t even think about it.

 I was going to kill him.

 ---

 HOSPITAL

 Three hours.

 Three goddamn hours.

 I had paced the hospital hallway for so long, I was convinced I had worn a hole into the floor.

 Finally, the doctor emerged from the emergency room.

 I pounced.

 "How is she? Is my baby okay?" My voice cracked.

 The doctor exhaled.

 "The baby is safe."

 I sagged against the wall. Thank God.

 "But Lola herself isn’t," he continued.

 My relief shattered.

 "The poison is still in her system," he explained. "It’s clouded in one spot for now, but it’ll soon dissolve and spread."

 I swallowed hard.

 "We need to operate early tomorrow morning. We have to act fast. Until then, she’ll need constant care. She won’t be able to talk much. She’ll need someone by h

er side at all times."

 I nodded.

 There was no hesitation.

 "I’ll do it," I said firmly.

 He gave me a small nod before walking away.

 I turned back to the hospital room, staring through the small glass window at Lola’s sleeping form.

 She looked so fragile.

 But I wasn’t going to let her break.

 Brian, or whoever did this to her—

 They were going to pay.

 No matter what it took.