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