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
"Really? Oh, wow! I am so proud of you, Itsi!" Damon gushes at her cheerily when she tells him about her win at the fight. Itzel giggles at him and thanks him. "Itsi.." Now his voice sounds serious all so sudden. "I am sorry that you have yourself involved in this mess too." Itzel sobers up from her giggling and clears her throat slightly. "Dam, none of this is your fault, yet get it?" She says to her best friend who always happens to blame himself for her involvement in the underworld. Even after her repeatedly denying it, he thinks that way. But in all reality, it was Itzel herself who had decided to get into the underworld. At that time, she had thought that it was a necessary evil for her as she would be doing what she loves to do and her mind would be on sane side while being off of Dmitri at the same time. She has never once blamed Damon for all of this but she has no idea why he keeps doing it to himself though. Damn, what would she do with this best friend of hers who is just
*Slurppp...* Dmitri groans out loud at the annoying slurping sound being created by his boss. To say he is old and matured enough! "Boss, that is enough! You had already two cups of tea. It would be no good to your health to have any more than this." He tells him to stop, partly because now he is growing rather impatient and vexed by his slurping and the fact that he has called him up here to tell him something but has not yet told him that. The old man chuckles amusedly before placing the now empty cup of tea back on the table infront of him. "Right, right! You care so much about me, Dmitri!" He gushes out childishly with an impish grin, and Dmitri rolls his eyes at him probably knowing that he is aware of his impatience all too well. "Okay, so now coming to why I have called you here o meet..(clearing his throat) I got a call this morning only. From Ms. Anita..." He drawls out while training his eyes on Dmitri. He almost immediately sits straight up on his chair and gives his boss
Walking through the busy roads, Dmitri finally reaches the hotel where Ms. Anita is staying currently. There is still so much brightness around seeing as the sun is yet to set. It is only fifteen minutes five in the evening and here is Dmitri, walking into a hotel to meet someone confidential. He remembers telling his boss that he would be able to leave the mansion only after nine in the evening. But according to him, Ms. Anita is going to go back on flight at around six thirty in the evening today only. Why did that woman come here in the first place for the shortest period of time? Only so that she could meet Dmitri? No, that is something difficult to stomach! To be able to reach to his destination on time and to not mess up like his boss had told him to, Dmitri had to cook up a quick lie to Mrs. Singh saying that he is experiencing an upset stomach for quite a few days now and would like to go and have himself checked up by a doctor today. And, like the kind lady that she is, she
Huffing loudly, Itzel falls back on her bed now looking straight up at the ceiling. She is growing really tired of how her ma is interrogating her since the morning today. It has been this way since she has come to know about Itzel getting herself injured. And now, she is overbearingly questioning her about how she got it. Of course, she told her exactly the same thing that she has told Mr. Taylor earlier. But being her 'ma' she is well aware of each and every move of hers, like she loves to put it! "Looking all poor now is not going to help you, Itzel!" The voice of her ma travels into her ears and releasing a sharp breath, she lifts her head up so that she is now looking directly into her eyes as she stands right beside the edge of her bed. "Maa..." She whines hoping it will help her get rid of the interrogation her ma has put her in. But who is she kidding? Rolling her eyes at her childish whine, she maneuvers her to sit back up straight on the bed by her arm and sits herself infr
Laying there on her back on the bed with her right leg propped up on a soft pillow, Itzel looks quite comfortable. Wearing a demin shorts with her legs parted in a way that is enough to draw in unwanted attention. Though she is very unaware of her current position as she is easing on the mattress with one of her hands holding her phone against her ear and the other one casually dangling down the bed busy scratching a purring Ginger who is lying on the floor. It is most probably the sound of the door being pushed open with a snap diverts her head and she looks straight into Dmitri's eyes. A good minute passes by and no one of them move even an inch but then hearing Archer's voice coming from the other end of the line, Itzel jumps a slight bit and perhaps realizing the compromising position she is lying down in and sits straight up on the bed causing the mattress to bounce a little due to the impact. If she were lying on the hard floor, she must given herself a whiplash by this. "Uh, M
"Ah! Finally, relief!" Itzel breathes out in utter relief as she does not feel much pain when she moves her right toe back and forth a few times. It is weekend today and she is going out to meet Archer in a few. He said that he will come get her and so, she is going ready to go out with him. Itzel has promised him that she will introduce him to her best friend. And lucky for her, Damon has also agreed to meet him. At first, he was reluctant saying that he will feel like a third wheel between them to which Itzel just laughed in return. What else could she do? Neither she can tell even her best friend that there is nothing such going on between her and Archer! Archer has told her seriously not to tell anyone about him not being a straight. And she is not one to break her promise! "Itzel, baby?" Her ma shouts for her from outside her room. "Are you ready yet? Archer is here, baby!" She informs her."Yes, ma! I am almost ready now. I am coming down in two, okay?" She hears a muffled 'oka
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