The Break Up.

Chapter 4.

“Gether every detail about her,” Drystan commanded in his usual stern voice, dropping the picture of Rosealba that he had gotten from Lina’s shelf, on the table.

Rocco reached out for it with a bow. He stared at the picture for not longer than 2 seconds before deeping it into his back pocket. He stood still, his both hands behind his back as he waited for Drystan’s next reply.

Behind the black desk, Drystan sat comfortably and leaned into it, with a wrapped weed to his lips while he stared into space, alternating between killing the scumbag that tried to fake a deal with him. The thought of it sent his blood gushing in rage.

With dark haunting narrowed eyes, he drew out a drag from his weed and offered it to the air before getting to his feet.

“Have the stacked weapons arranged and sent to the warehouse I will handle the rest.

“As you wish, my lord.”

******

Rosealba walked through Lowel’s hallway, wearing her big beautiful smile. In her right hand was a packed food that she had prepared for Lowel. After he stood her up at the airport for three hours. He had apologized and came up with excuses that had Rosealba blaming herself for getting mad at him.

When she got to the front of his kitchen. Her legs halted and her big bright smile slowly vanished, replaced with an expression of shock.

Stellina, the one Lady that Lowel had always referred to as ‘just a sister’ was bending over the kitchen cabinet while Lowel made heavy thrust into her, spanking and grunting hotly, his body sweating profoundly from the pleasure the moment was offering him.

The nylon in her hand dropped, and the food that she spent over two hours cooking with excitement came pouring onto the floor, littering the ground with its contents.

Lowell turned to meet Rosealba’s shock-filled face. He pulled out of Stella immediately. Shame flushed through him as he reached out for his dress that lay helplessly on the counter, trying to cover his naked self up with it.

“Rosealba.” He called but before he could say anything she stormed to her heels, heading out of his house, with tears in her eyes.

Her muscles clenched as she struggled to digest the image of Lowel in Stellina. The spank! His hot grunt. Her heart sank, deep into the depth of the oceans his actions created in her heart.

“Rosealba” Lowel called, finally catching up with her. He gripped her by the wrist and swirled her to face him.

“I am sorry,” He whispered in a soft tone that sent a split across Rosealba’s heart, breaking it into tiny bits.

Her breath hitched and her eyes stung with many more tears. She stood still unsure of what to say.

“I am sorry. I didn't mean to.” his words came out in a whisper.

“That's what you tell me every time Lowel! You are always sorry.” she sobbed, thinking of how stupid she had been to always forgive him.

Lowel groaned. A low frustrating groan.

“It's not my fault that I cheated, Rose. You…. You just would not let me touch you and I am a man. I desire the feel of you.”

Rosealba felt a muscle in her body clenched. A feeling of guilt clutched her. How could she expect him to stay loyal when she never allowed him to touch her?

‘This is all your fault.” She concluded within herself and sniffed back the tears. She had been dating him for a year plus and they had only ever kissed twice.

“I am sorry,” Rosealba whispered. Guilt slithers through her like the painful edge of a knife.

“It's not about being sorry.” The flare from Lowel had Rosealba flinching. She stared at him with utter shock.

“You never allowed me to touch you. You never got wet for me! Yet you hate that I cheat?

The table had suddenly turned around and Rosealba was back to being gaslighted. She bit down on her lips, feeling guilt in every inch of her body.

It was wrong that she never had sex with him and she expected him not to keep cheating on her.

She blinked back her tears.

“I'm sorry.” her stupid self apologized. This was not the first time this was happening and she always ended up apologizing.

“I am sorry I don't give you sex or I don't get wet for you, but… Stellina is your sister and…

Lowel exhaled, cutting Roselaba’s words off. He took Rosealba’s palm into it.

“You can't keep being sorry, Rosealba, at this moment I think we have to break up.”

A muscle in Rosealba’s body pinched as his words struck her like a truck to a wall.

She stood gobsmack, with a heavy heart, stinging eyes, and trembling lips.

“What do you mean?” something finally made it out of her void throat.

“I mean that I can no longer continue this relationship. I mean, look at you. You don't get wet, you have never allowed me to touch you for more than three minutes and you get mad when you see me with another? I can't take it. I really can't.”

Rosealba’s eyes narrowed and she stared at Lowel. How did she go from being the victim to the villain? He should be pleading. She should be the one desiring a breakup, not his lying cheating ass.

A lump settled against her throat as she swallowed in, trying to hold onto her wobbling legs with every inbuilt power but they failed her.

“My advice is for you to stay clear of any relationship. You can barely get wet, and I would be lying if I said I still need you. I don't, but I will keep you if you desire, under the circumstances that I date you and Stellina.”

Rosealba’s heart clamped and fresh tears stung the back of her eyes.

Every other time that Lowel had cheated, she had felt the pain, but never as much as she was feeling now and the pain only amplified when he turned around and walked away from her, his retreating figure, breaking her into millions of pieces.

All the time he had cheated, it never hurt, but this time it did because he had cheated on her with a lady she trusted was his sister and his words had not stopped slicing through her.

*****

The rustling sounds of the Polyalthia tree that decorated the road and made it as narrow as a valley were as scary as the lonely road that she walked helplessly on with bare legs, rain pouring down heavily on her and wetting her body in ways that her stupid ex never did.

“Scumbag!” She kicked her legs in the air, angrily.

She didn't even know what she was having. The fear of this road that has the blood of over 300 hundred people on its path, the fact that Lowel had watched her leave this without caring about her safety, or the pain of knowing that she broke up with a man she never wanted to date yet it hurt this much.

Her naive helpless self had only dated him because of an incident that had their path crossing for the best and then to the very worst.

He had saved her from some gang men after she arrived in Italy and that has been a lead for him to manipulate his way into her soft heart. He had cheated countless times and manipulated her into believing that all men were like her father. Liers from the pit of hell, cheaters like Solomon, and of course gaslighters like their pathetic disgusting creatures!

“Fuck You!” Rosealba muffled, casting a stone into the dark end of the dark empty road, her tears mixed with the rain.

She slumped onto the floor pain shutting through her body, at this point, she was not worried about her safety. The road was dark and no one would take this lonely path, only cars moved around this area so she was already doomed.

Rosealba picked another little pebble throwing it into the roadside, her heart aching like it had been pierced with a dagger.

************

Drystan was speeding down the narrow road with his pulse thumping hard against his ear when he suddenly heard the crash of a pebble against his car.

His jaws tightened as he stared at the damaging effect that the pebbles had caused on the left side glass of his car. His leg pressed hard on break and his car came to a rough halt.

His grip tightened against the wheel and his knuckles almost turned white as anger slitted through him. Today is not so a good day for him, so the mother fucker was wrong to think that he would not die a ruthless death today.

He had a very bad day, judging that he didn't kill his traitor the way he desired, so this random person who has walked into his trap would pay for it, and heavens be damned if he didn't drive a stake into the heart of the person and rip him open like leaked secrets.

Well, heaven was indeed damned when he stepped down from his car and slammed the door roughly only to be caught with the sight of his rose sitting on the cold wet floor with her body drenched, quivering and writhing but certainly not the way he desired to see her writhe.

His brows knitted and his face tightened into a deep hard confused line. Her blond hair was a call for alarm and it was what informed him of her. She looked so innocent and helpless sitting on the cold floor of this dangerous road.

A muscle in his jaws pinched and he felt the rage from before amplified. His blood roared in anger, with so much quest to taste the blood of whoever had done this to his rose.

Some seconds back, he had sworn to butcher whoever had dared to damage his car with a pebble and watch the blood of that person flow down the road in competition with the pouring rain but this moment, he was not just going to watch the blood of the bastard that dared his little rose, flow like river, he was going to drive a stake into the heart of that person, split him open and chop him off till he was nothing but tiny million pieces of skin against the floor.