Mr President please stop

Lucian's POV

"GET OUT" I yelled from the back of the car.

"Huh?" My driver stopped the car, while the three bodyguards kept on looking at each other.

"Get out of the car, I'll drive it myself" I ordered them, and without putting up a fight, they did so.

"Hmmn" I heard a suppressed voice.

I had barely started the engine of the vehicle, and I wanted to ignore it.

"Ahhh!!" I heard another scream, this time the voice wasn't being suppressed.

It was obvious that this person needed help.

But, what use would it be for me to help, I already need help myself.

I thought of getting into the car and driving off just like that, but my conscience wouldn't let me.

I managed to trace the sound of an abandoned alley.

"Shh baby! I promise to be quick" I heard a male chuckle. I was forced to get out of the car, and trace where the strange sound was coming from.

I couldn't see very clearly who he was referring to because he was backing me and also covering the face of his victim.

"Look, this is for you" He turned to the side and bought out his manhood.

"Please!" She yelped, but he pressed her head, forcing her to kneel.

"You talk too much" he sounded very disappointed, as I heard him ripping off her clothes.

I could hear her cry, and I felt the pain in her voice, and for some reason, her pain stirred up an uncertain type of anger in me.

"Take two steps away from her" I growled, not even turning to look at the person I was about to rescue.

I didn't look at her, but I heard her crying and wiping her tears.

I felt the vibrations on the floor, as she crawled backwards in an attempt to get away from the three men in front of her.

"And what happens if we refuse?" One of them looked at me with a smirk on his face, while picking up some kind of metal rod. He turned to look at his friends who nodded their heads with clumsy smiles on their faces.

Did they think that it would take just a metal rod to knock me down?

Very funny….

Havanna's POV

I didn't know who I was supposed to run to, and run from at the same time. The president elect appears to be my savior, meanwhile he is the reason I am in this position in the first place.

I thought he wouldn't be such a strong fighter, I mean he is the president-elect. I am sure that he has always had bodyguards following him for half of his life.

He was throwing punches as if he did it for a Living. And I felt sorry for those thugs. But, why wasn't he bleeding? He wasn't even injured, not even a scratch yet the thugs were bleeding from almost every opening they had on their faces.

I suddenly snapped to reality, when I saw someone stretched their hand towards me, while I sat helplessly on the floor.

"Are you enjoying the floor that much?" He nodded his head.

I looked at him, and swallowed hard, before I placed my palm on his cold hands.

His hands were so cold that I felt goosebumps all over.

"Let's go before they come back," he said again, and at the mention of their return. My brain began to function again, and I immediately sprang up from the floor.

"Ahh!" I screamed in pain, while I held my waist for support.

"Do you need an ambulance?" He asked me, and I frowned at him.

Not because his words were not

caring, but because he was sounding far too sarcastic to be caring.

I felt dizzy, and I could also feel myself losing my balance, as I staggered and almost crashed to the ground.

"You have to be careful" He licked his lips, and damn he was cute.

I must be the first woman in the world to consider her own r*pist as attractive. But what could I do, his features were too good to look beyond , and before now, I had never noticed how full his eyebrows were, full and well carved to be precise.

He had long lashes, so long that it almost made me jealous. And his lips, his lips were as pink as that of a newborn baby's. I blushed remembering that he had just k*ssed me with the same lips.

"Let's go" He pulled me close to his chest, and I felt my heart stop almost immediately.

I felt his hands on my waist and before I could comprehend the whole situation. He had already lifted me off the floor.

I gasped in surprise, but he didn't pay any attention to me.

He carefully carried me to the car, opening the door with his feet. He placed me in the back seat as if I was a baby.

It had got me wondering if this was the same man that had deflowered me against my own will.

"Where are you headed?" He asked.

"Uhh" I couldn't talk.

It was quite difficult for me to figure out if it was because my legs were numb. After all, I was in so much shock.

"Never mind, I'll take you to my house. You need medical attention" He pressed those s*xy lips of his.

"Hmmn" I hummed, while I wrapped my hands around myself, trying to wave off the kind of cold I was feeling.

"Take this'' he threw a blanket at my face and sped off before I could thank him.

He is such a strange man, no wonder he is always grumpy.

"No, I'm not" I heard him murmur beneath his breath.

"Huh?" I tried to ask but he didn't say a word.

After that, I couldn't decide if the journey was scarier than it was quiet.

At least being with him was better than being with those thugs.