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===== Chapter 21 [ Part 2 ] =====

October 4, 2019

Friday

The night that Kielle died, Dante was all there to witness everything.

He personally saw it himself how Kielle was gunned down by Alessio's own hands, and he even heard the loud thump his body had created when it crashed down to the cold, cemented floor. Blood heavily seeping through his shirt; it stains the floor yet making the blood room stays true to its name.

But despite all that, Kielle still dares to scream things against Alessio. What an idiot. Really. But when that stupid cunt gave him that look and asked if he himself really believe that Alessio cares about his ass, then he could only say nothing.

Since Dante was a child, he was just taught to be loyal to the Nikolaise family. He didn't really care about all the other stuff because he's quite simple-minded. His only focus was to please Alessio, the very heir, because by doing that, he thought that his parents would be proud of him too.

Anyways when Kielle gave him that question, he wasn't willing to agree at first. Because if he did, wouldn't his goal in life just suddenly disappear and he would have nothing?

However, time and time again, Alessio proved Kielle's statement. Dante could only agree now. His utter devotion had deviated and turned into an animosity that he never imagined he would have for the man.

He does believe that his parents wouldn't mind too.

Because what's the point of continuing to be loyal when his parents were both dead anyways? His parents only taught him to be loyal to the Nikolaise family, but should he just throw his life for a guy who probably viewed him as a garbage in his eyes.

Being viewed as an asset would have been better, but the only time he regarded him was when he protected (Y/N) from Ashes.

(Y/N)...

He pinches his nose, making the blood drip more.

At least that girl saw and appreciated his efforts more than "Boss," even when his efforts were little; and he was very mean to her right from the start.

Maybe, it's not Kielle who's the idiot.

Maybe it's him who's the idiot.

He has been blindly following Alessio, but all for what?

That...

...he isn't sure anymore.

xoxoxo

That Friday night, the news of his parents returning back have arrived in Alessio's office.

The black-haired young man quietly nods in acknowledgement before letting the informant leaves. Turning his attention to his phone, the man has his eyes on your smiling portrait.

Its cold silver gradually melting into warm pools.

It was also that Friday night when the news of the young Nikolaise heir leaving the main headquarters extend throughout the members.

Dante scoffs as he aggressively wipes the sweat off his bruised face.

He has been throwing punches and kicks on the punching bag for several hours now, never having the intention to tend to his injury.

"That fucking guy...really left me huh?" he says while in the midst of struggling to intake oxygen.

He glares at Murder, who remains unbothered. He can't see after all. His white, dull gaze only piercing at those blue ones.

Dante gets more frustrated; he delivers a hit once more to the poor punching bag. The black-haired man puts on his sunglasses as he mutely listens to those harsh rhythm of breathing beside him.

[ Timeskip ]

Although Dante Luchyes has been loyal to Alessio for years now, that doesn't mean he will be forever.

Dante Luchyes was reckless.

He won't allow things to merely happen as it is.

Right after the Nikolaise couple arrives, the young man immediately starts to seek permission from Eliza. And since Dante asked the right person, he just gets approved without any second thought, even when her husband was right there beside them.

"Oh, you're not gonna join me tomorrow?" Eliza asks, startled, when Dante randomly brings up his decision to go back now to [NAME OF TOWN]

Dante nods.

"Aw, pity. I would love to hear more about Alessio from you; but if you're in a hurry, then I won't force you." She lets out a sweet smile before being suddenly embraced from the back by her husband.

"Damiano!" She yelps.

"My Queen, I am bored," he softly whispers, pressing gentle kisses on her neck, which causes Eliza to blush. Despite the awkward situation he was in, Dante stood there for awhile before he was finally allowed to leave that room.

Damiano's gaze is dark as he emotionlessly look at the door. While showering his Eliza's neck with gentle kisses, he soon gets more possessive and rough with his touch that it extends throughout her body.

It eventually leaves Eliza so exhausted the next day that she's unfortunately forced to delay her trip for a few more days. But then, there's Damiano, on the other hand, who just feels victorious with the changes.

"No more touches! No more!"

"But my Queen..."

xoxoxo

October 7, 2019

Monday

"Are you really sure that you're not going to eat with us, (Y/N)?"

Ia has once again kindly invited you to eat with them; but having enough dealing with the awkward ambiance surrounding you and her friends, you can only turn it down in the most polite way you can muster.

"It's fine," you smile, hoping that it doesn't look uneasy like you think. "I still have to go somewhere—"

Seeing that she's going to speak, you quickly interrupt her. "— and um, alone. I'm gonna go to the library to study, and I cannot really concentrate if there's someone with me," you lie.

"Oh, study?"

Ia looks at you, surprised.

"I wasn't able to study for later quiz, " you mutter a lie once again, hoping that this sweet girl would just stop talking to you and let you go.

You like Ia, but you really need some time for yourself. Some peace. You were just tired these past few days, and you don't think that you have the energy to socialize with anyone at this current moment.

"Oh, understood," Ia says, looking disappointed.

"Then I guess that I'll be seeing you later?" she says, stating her words as if it's a question. You nod and give her your farewell.

When she's out of your sight, you sigh in relief before eventually heading to the library— unaware that you're still being followed by your secret bodyguard Chaos. While you take your nap, the chestnut haired teenager looks at you from the opposite table.

A displeased smirk falls on someone's lips.