It could be that Dmitri must have woken up on the wrong side of the bed today in the morning. Or, better, it could be because he has strained his neck muscles by sleeping on his single side for a long period of time. But unfortunately, it is none of the above two reasons as to why he has this sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach and the dull ache tugging on his heart. To begin with, when Dmitri woke up this morning at around six, he found out that Itzel was no longer by his side on the bed. Neither he could find her anywhere in her whole room, nor she was inside her bathroom. Having no idea as of where Itzel went to, Dmitri has made his way down the stairs and found Mrs. Singh standing there with a white envelope in her hands. As she sees him coming down the stairs, she gives him a small, apologetic smile. Why though Dmitri does not understand yet. He just tries to make a few excuses in his mind to present to her if she asks him what he was doing up there while he should be comi
"What is this place?" Dmitri asks Damon as they go inside the cottage expecting to find Itzel somewhere in there but nonetheless find it abandoned. "This is the place where we come to after our every mission is done and is successful." Damon replies casually subconsciously but soon realizes what he has just let slip past his lips which were supposed to be sealed about this piece of information. Now he just wishes that Dmitri does not catch it but what a wishful thinking it is! Because Dmitri almost immediately turns around to face him with a frowning face. "What mission are talking about?" He questions him but Damon does not reply to him right away. He can't! How could he just tell everything to him? Damon is already feeling much guilty for telling that much about his best friend to Dmitri earlier just because he managed to successfully intimidate him! And now if he would tell him any more than that then he would be dead meat when Itzel comes to terms with the truth later! "Uh..no,
Looking out of the rolled down window of the car, Dmitri lets out a sigh. "How much long is it going to take?" He asks Damon who is in the driver's seat. "Um, maybe just two more minutes? Yeah, that is what the digital map on my phone says. If it is accurate, the bar is just around the corner here." Damon informs him even if he himself is unsure about it. "There! I can see that bar sign from here!" After driving for just a minute more, Damon exclaims causing Dmitri to see straight ahead through the glass hood of the car. And that is when he sees the sign of the bar. Which appears to be not just a bar but actually a strip club! With narrowed eyes, Dmitri assess it from the exterior. "I don't even know how she found about such a place to begin with!" Damon mutters in a low voice."Can you tell me how the hell were you able to contact her? Her phone is still switched off!" Dmitri tells him while showing him his phone screen which is now dialing Itzel's number but is going straight to v
The loud piercing music starts to irritate Dmitri but he keeps going further into the pub in search of Mr. Singh. He has to finish his job today at any cost! After hearing what all that vile man has put his own wife through, Dmitri's blood is boiling more now. After a minute or two of wandering around the bar space, Dmitri finds his target sitting on a love couch with a blonde woman by his side who is giving him a massage which does not seem at all appropriate. With a disgusted face, Dmitri makes his way to where he sits. Mr. Singh is leaning over to that blonde woman to whisper something into her ears but stops as his eyes find the sight of Dmitri walking near him. To say that Mr. Singh is surprised..."Ruci Dmitri?" He asks him while standing up from the couch. "Am I seeing things now, huh?" He lets out a dry laugh, lacking any sort of humor or amusement. But one thing that Dmitri can tell that he is surely surprised to see him here. "Yes, it is surely me here! How about you? What
"Hmhmhmm..." Humming a random tune to himself, Dmitri goes on to prepare the special dish of turkey for lunch. He is not humming because everything in his life is sorted and smooth but because he is confident in himself that he will make it into reality. Not just his dream to marry Itzel but to make her fall for him again. And he thinks that it is a good thing that now the truth is out infront of Itzel. Now Dmitri does not have to pretend to be someone else infront of her or anyone else. But even if he is not Mr. Taylor anymore, he will always be Itzel's Mr. butler! So, to prove this to her, he is cooking for her today. After finishing off with preparing of the lunch, Dmitri removes the apron from his body and makes his way up the stairs to the room where Itzel is staying here. Currently, they are at Damon's because he has insisted them to stay here for the day but Itzel did not agree for that. So, now they are staying in his apartment till evening. And Dmitri here is preparing lunch
Fidgeting with her clammy hands, Itzel keeps pacing back and forth in the small space of the tiny room that she has been given for temporary use. Her turn to fight is yet to come so she has thought of making good use of her free time by first informing Damon that she has come here for the fight and tell him not to tell anything to Dmitri since he appears to be more fond of him now than ever he was, and then do some warming up before stepping up to the fight. But here she is! Pacing around the room as her mind is just so full of things she does not want to think of right now! Sometimes, Itzel just wishes that there should a switch off button in her head so that she could shun out those unwanted thoughts in the unwanted places. Right now, all she could think of is how she has shared a deal lot of things about her life with him. Thinking that he is Mr. Taylor, their butler. But actually he was Ruci Dmitri all this time. And how come she did not even suspect him of being an imposter? Itze
"And please, don't ever doubt it, Itzel. I really love you!" Dmitri tells her with a certain firmness in his voice as if sensing what exactly she is thinking right now. Looking up, Itzel's eyes meet his and they both stare at each other like they are seeing each other for the first time in a long while. And it is quite true though! Even though they were staying together, Itzel had no idea that Mr. Taylor is actually Ruci Dmitri, and Dmitri although has known Itzel since a month now after living apart from her for two years, he could not lived freely with her. "If you killed him and you are a hitman then who is it who had put a hit on his head?" Itzel questions him again. Sighing, Dmitri stands up straight while still holding her arms in his hands as he very gently put an antiseptic cream all over around her wounds which do not look bad but still must be hurting. Dmitri has seen it all. He has seen the way she was fighting there. Needless to say, Itzel is much more skillful than to be
The sight of the hospitals are not the best for Itzel whatsoever. It can be because the one time that she was in the hospital it was because she had got into an accident which led to a many changes in her life, which are necessarily not good at all. Itzel had suffered from a dark phase of depression for almost a period of more than two months. And during that time, she had had a lot of bad thoughts passing through her mind every two seconds of the day. She had even tried to cause harm to herself more times than she could remember. And, sleeping was like an immense torture for her. She could not sleep without having to encounter dreams, which were not exactly dreams but horrible nightmares. At least for her they were horrible. Itzel turns her head around to her left to see the figure of a man sitting right next to her on a hospital bench quietly. The man who is responsible for that particular phase of her life, but somehow she understands that it is somewhat her own fault too! Itzel