The door to the kitchen thuds open and enters Dmitri, looking all agitated and angry. Placing both his hands on either of his hips, he starts pacing back and forth on the kitchen floor. They were hugging! Itzel and that guy Archer were hugging while sitting inside his car! He saw it all! But he just could not hear what they were talking about. Well, does it even matter? What he saw was just too much to take in for him. How could she do this to him? Oh well, why could she not? Was it not him who had told her that he did not want her? Was he not the one who had proposed the divorce between them? Even if it was for her own good, he can't expect her to wait for him to come back one day and just magically forgive him and forget the past and be back with him! Hell, she still does not even know why he had to divorce her and distance her from himself! So, he can't really blame her if she is choosing another man to be in her life now. He has no right whatsoever, even if it kills him to know.
THUMP!! The thick opaque blue folder drops down on the ground infront of him. Dmitri looks up at the man who has done that. With a sick smirk across his lips, the man with salt and pepper hair and beard stares down at him before jutting his chin at him. "What you lookin' at, Dmitri? Huh? What is it with that glare of yours? Do not forget that you are in my territory right now!" He growls at him lowly. "Now, if you kindly take this file and go through it, it would be very nice of you, you know." The man orders him with a silent wanting lurking behind his voice. Dmitri sighs boredly with a nonchalant look before getting up and taking the folder lying on the ground in his hands and then going back to sit on the couch behind."You know all too well that I am my own person, right? I do not take orders from anyone. Not even that man whom I address as my boss." Dmitri says to him with the same bored expression as before after reading through the files that are in that folder. "And if you kn
*Continues...*The minute Itzel's name leaves that man's mouth, Dmitri attempts to push those men holding him away and stand up to his feet. But they put on more pressure and keep him down on the ground. The man who is now holding his mobile phone lets out a chortle. "Oh, this Itzel evens calls you 'Ruc'? And you let her call you that? I have heard that you do not prefer to be called by your first name, let alone by a pet name! Then she must be someone special, right Dmitri?" He grinds his teeth as he glares daggers into the man's head. "I do not entertain any chick out there, you know that! She is just one of my many one night stands. The only difference is that she seems consistent and is a bit clingy, but I only have her in my contacts because she is damn good in bed." Dmitri himself cringes internally at his own use of words he makes for his innocent wife. He should not have said such a thing but being in such a situation, has his sane mind fly out somewhere afar. The man infront
When Dmitri gets back to the Singh mansion, his eyes immediately lits up on seeing Itzel's car pulling up in the driveway just at the same time. The door to the passenger seat opens and comes out Itzel, looking a bit tattered and exhausted? Where is she coming from? Dmitri immediately goes near her and help her out. "What happened, Ms. Itzel? You look a bit..." He trails off not knowing how to place his words exactly. "A bit out of place?" Itzel completes his sentence for him before letting out a short dry chuckle. "Well, I guess that is something new for you to see, is it not?" She asks him and starts walking inside. But one thing Dmitri notices right away is her limping. Why is she limping? "Are you okay?" He asks her warily, not liking her more than necessary casualness. "Why does it even concern you, Mr. Taylor?" She dares him o reason out his concern for her while locking her intense gaze with his serious one. "Why do you care so much about if I am okay or not?" Dmitri remain
"ITZEL! Come down here right now!" She hears her father scream for her from downstairs. So, without wasting another second, she dashes off down the stairs not wanting to anger him any more than he already is by how he sounds. When she reaches on the ground floor, she finds him standing in the center of the living room looking like an enraged bull. Literally, it is as if he is breathing out smoke through his nostrils as they flare dangerously noticably, and his eyes that are narrowed to slits only adding to his angry look. With much caution, Itzel moves into the room all the while under her father's hard glare. "Care to explain what the hell is this!" He seethes at her and throws a squared piece of paper at her feet. She bends down and picks it up. The paper looks like it had been folded before since it has crusts on it. When she sees what the paper is about, her eyes widen in fear and she gulps audibly. "Papa, this is actually..." She trails off nervously. "I..I can explain." She say
Loud knocking resonates through the big metal door. When it is opened, a dusky looking man in his late forties comes in. "What are you doing here early?" Asks the woman who has let him in their house. "Anita, nice to see you too!" The man greets her with his tone full of sarcasm. She rolls her eyes at him in response and ushers him into their lavish looking living room. "So, to answer your question, I am here early today because I have some news for you..wait, where is Anu?" He asks as he looks around. "This news is concerned with her actually." He annouces. Anita stands up and starts walking out of the living room. "I will go see and call her." She tells him before disappearing out the door. The concern in her tone is evident even though her face is hard to read. Anyone who knows her enough can tell that she is head over heels that woman. Anita reaches on the first floor of the house and goes straight into a particular room, Anu's room, their room to be specific. "Anu! There you a
Getting up from her bed, Itzel limps and makes her way to the bathroom. But before she could even set her another foot on the floor, Dmitri rushes in and takes her in his arms gently like she will break anytime. Itzel lets out a surprised squeal before looking up at his face to find that his face is contorted with all seriousness with his eyes trained on the bathroom door. Wait, how did he even know that she wanted to use the bathroom? He never asked her! And, how did he just come out infront of her to help just out of thin air? Can it be that Mr. Taylor possess some sort of supernatural power? Rolling her eyes at her own ridiculous thought, Itzel looks back at him when he sets her down inside the bathroom. "Thanks." Itzel says to him dismissively. But he does not seem to take the hint. "What?" He asks her quizzically when he notices her passing him a wierd look with her arms crossed against her chest. "Well, do you want to witness me while I am peeing, Mr. Taylor?" There comes her
"IT IS TIME!!" A shrill voice which belongs to the announcer here fills the whole underground street. "You all have waited for so long to witness yet another amazing street fight of ours. So, we are now going to put an end to the wait and..let the fight begin! Today we have two fresh newbies fighting here. ARE YOU ALL EXCITED?" The announcer screams into the microphone again. Sitting inside a room in the far corner, Itzel can't help but feel all her nerves getting to the absolute edge. This is happening! Like really happening!! She can't stomach the fact that she is back at a place like this again even after she has a good payable part time job now. Now she is realizing that it was not only the bounty that she was getting out of the fights, nor it was the independence and self reliance that she was getting out of it. The fights are also a source of getting kicks for her. And now that she has come back to fight, she has come to terms with the fact that she has become obsessed with fig
It has been a whole week since Itzel got kidnapped, for real! Ruc had dropped her at the Singh mansion right away after rescuing her from that evil Alexeyv Dmitri. Itzel wanted to say it back to him at that very moment, she wanted to say 'I love you too, Ruc!' to him but something stopped her from saying so. Like some supernatural force had put a knot on her tongue. But she plans on saying it today! At first, Itzel was not sure if she should or not, thinking that then she would have to tell him everything about her 'condition' so as to convince him to forget her and be with someone else, as much painful and heart shattering it would be for her. But turns out that her ma had already told Dmitri everything just on the next day of her returning home. When Itzel confronted her by asking her why she did so, she simply told her that she could see how she was suffering from the inside by not being able to choose the right thing, which is to forgive Dmitri, tell him everything, and then be w
Dmitri sits down on the coarse, wet ground as he feels his ears ringing and heart palpitating. Placing a hand over his thudding chest, he closes his eyes briefly and takes in a long breath in before exhaling it through his mouth. 'You can do it!' He tells himself as if giving himself a pep talk. 'For your Itzel!' With that, he stands up again and after one last deep, calming breath in, he starts running towards the entrance of the old, worn out warehouse where they must have kept Itzel. Dmitri knows for a fact that he has been keeping her here only as this is basically the base of all his kidnappings and shippings. For him, Alexeyv Dmitri is nothing more than a vile, cruel man! Even if he is his biological father! That man is the sole reason why Dmitri had to push his love away from him, thinking that if she stays away, he would spare her. But now, Alexeyv Dmitri has some other plans. He is set to use his Itzel for heinous crimes that would profit his illegal business! But, to hell i
All the curses and badmouthing which her father had thrown her way after she had gotten into that horrible accident, are still so fresh in her head! He never once did think how all of these would affect Itzel. What really mattered to him is how he would manage to get her into a marriage again! In these two years, Mr. Singh had tried everything in his power, had consulted every other doctor and specialist to find a way to reverse her, well, 'condition', as he liked to call it. But none of it worked in his favor. How could it have, anyway? Itzel simply does not possess a uterus anymore! The only options for her to have a child, if she ever wants one, is either to have a surrogate or to adopt. Though she does not have any problem with adopting a child in the future, she is not quite sure about it. Like every other woman in this world, even Itzel wanted to have her a child of her own, to get to feel everything that a pregnant woman feels! But alas! She does not have that privilege anymore
'The fuck you are!' Itzel all but wants to yell at his face but refrains herself from doing that. God knows what else Dmitri would do to her and maybe, she would lose her control and sanity all at once. "No, you are not." Itzel mutters stubbornly. But Dmitri just smiles fondly at her showing his pearly whites."So, I was right." He mumbles causing her to frown. "You are just in denial!" Then he lets out a small laugh. "Take your time, Itzel! But remember that in the end, you are mine." As he says this, a shiver runs up her spine causing the small hair on her nape to stand up in attention. Itzel used to feel this way whenever she saw Ruc either angry or dominant on her, and she even felt the same way whenever Mr. Taylor went all so commanding on her! Then, is what Dmitri saying true? Well, it is! And Itzel is aware of it. But is she ever going to admit the same to Dmitri? No, perhaps never! Even if she wants to get back with him now, she could not. She would be just ruining their life
A smile creeps onto Itzel's face as she watches her mother sleep on the bed peacefully with a hint of a smile on her own face. She looks happy, contented even in her sleep. Looking at the wall clock, Itzel lets out a long breath. It is now three in the afternoon. She has been here for the last two hours. But it is all worth it after all. She has managed to pull her mother out from self hate and guilt to some extent. Well, it was quite difficult to convince her that she had not murdered Mr. Singh but at least she told her that she does not hate her for killing him. And, that worked pretty well for them. Seems like Anu is not sad and guilty because she thinks that she had killed Mr. Singh but because she thinks that now her daughter would hate her for killing her father. After talking with her mother and then feeding her some healty porridge lovingly and tucking her to bed, Itzel kisses her on her forehead one last time and heads out of the room to go out. "Anita, Marc, I think I shou
'You surely don't know how dangerous Alexeyv Dmitri is then!' Itzel recalls what Dmitri had told her just a few minutes ago when he let go of her hand. She is still quite surprised that he actually let her go out! And how does he even know the name of the boss of the mafia for whom she and Itzel work? Even she did not know his full until Dmitri told her! And just how much more Dmitri knows about that man? On other thought, Itzel thinks that Alexeyv Dmitri is somehow related to Dmitri, not only because their surnames are the same of course. They somewhat look alike as well. Though Itzel has seen him just once that was when she went to plead with him to let her join back the street fighting because she could not keep up the job of a temptress stealer. She has seen him in person and still remembers a few of his facial features clearly, like he too has azure eyes and jet black hair. "Madam, we are here." Itzel snaps back from her little bubble and blinks at the driver. With a quick nod,
"What about her?" Itzel asks immediately in a low tone. When she mentioned her mother's name, her concern skyrockets and she can't help but feel restless now. "Is everything all right?" She asks her. "Don't worry, the doctor said that she is much better now but the thing is about something else still concerning her." "What is it?" Itzel asks, curious to know what Anita wants to tell her about her mother. "I am afraid, you have to come over here so we can talk about it." Anita replies."Uh, okay. I will be there but it might take some time for me to reach there as I am not in the Singh mansion right now." Itzel tells her while sending an accusing glare Dmitri's way. "Oh, okay. No problem at all! Come at your convenient time, I am home today for the whole day." Anita tells her to which she replies as a quick thank you and see you there before hanging up. Itzel then goes to call back Damon finally but suddenly her phone gets snatched away from her hands by Dmitri. "Hey! I was going
"Itzel! Do you want to know what is there for lunch?" She hears Dmitri's voice coming from outside the room in which she is in right now. "Anyway, let me just tell you then. Hmm, so we have here grilled chicken and spring rolls! And for dessert we have..guess what?" He is trying his absolute best to make Itzel come out of that room but she is not having any of it now. Even if she is hungry right now, she would not go out of this room to eat with him. Because, well, she is angry at him. Wait, no, not just angry but she is mad at him for pulling up such a stunt with her earlier. How dare he send his assistant to kidnap her and literally lock her up in this haunted, abandoned building! Itzel has made up her mind that she would never talk to him ever again, even though it sounds too unrealistic to her own ears. But at least she could try and put up a nice, long tantrum drama with Dmitri, right? Standing outside the room, Dmitri lets out a defeated and tired sigh as he eyes the closed doo
'KNOCK..KNOCK!!!' Itzel almost jumps out of her bed as the loud noise of banging at her room's door pierces her ears. "Coming!" She yells at the person who is being desperate for her to open the door. As she gets up from the mattress, her phone starts ringing too.'Tring! Tring!' It causes her to jump again as she gets hit on her left thigh against the bedpost. "Ooww!" Massaging her thigh with her left hand, she ignores the constant ringing of her phone and goes to open the door. When she does, she finds a man in his early or mid forties standing there looking at her with a frantic look on his face. "Yes? Do I know you?" Itzel asks the man frowning. The man just shakes his head at her."No, miss. You certainly do not know me but I was sent here to get you to the hospital with me. Your mother, Anupriya, is awake up and wishes to see you. Could you please come there with me?" He asks very politely and Itzel finds herself nodding her head, agreeing to go with him to the hospital when