A Man In Love

Dante walked into the basement, followed closely by Ditto and a few other men. Dante was in a foul mood and the expression on his face was grim.

He hated it enough that he had left Mireille at home while she was hurting and the fact that though he knew what was up with her, he could not help her out of it.

Dante had so much steam he had to let off and Felix Dcnard was the best way for him to release steam.

Dante sat on the neat sofa, the men following him immediately taking their positions and Ditto standing by his side.

“Bring him out” Dante ordered and two men who had previously been in the basement went into the inner room and came out less than a minute later, pulling Felix out with them. Felix’s hands and legs tied tightly, restricting his movements.

Felix panicked, setting his eyes on Dante.

“No! No!” He panicked, struggling in the grip of the two men holding.

The men pressed him down, making him go down on his knees.

“Please! Please! Not again!” Tears instantly filled the eyes of the older man as he recalled how he had almost died in Dante’s hands.

“I see you have healed up quite well” Dante remarked.

“Please. My face hasn’t… Hasn’t healed up yet and my hand still hurts. Please!” Felix begged.

“The heated oil” Dante demanded and one of the men left to return a few seconds later with a bowl of heated oil.

“No! Please! No!” Felix begged as Dante got up on his feet. For Felix, this man in front of him was his worst nightmare.

“Your hands, your legs or your face? Which would you like?” Dante asked.

“Please! None!”

Ditto smirked, knowing that for Dante Romano, none meant all.

Dante grabbed him by the hair, not bothering to rid his face of the bandages.

“Please! Please!” Felix cried out, tears rolling down as Dante pressed his head down towards the bowl of heated oil.

“Stop! Please! Just shoot me! Just kill me!” He pleaded as he felt the heat of the oil with his face getting closer to it.

“You are not deserving of such a peaceful death” Dante pushed his face into the hot oil.

Screams escaped Felix’s throat as the oil burnt his face badly. He struggled as best as he could but he was held down too firmly by Dante’s men.

He shook his head, trying to get out Dante’s grip and raise his head but his attempt only succeeded at getting a bit of the oil on Dante’s hand.

Dante only pressed his head further into the bowl. After over a minute of struggling, Dante pulled Felix back and the older man screamed in pains and struggled, trying to reach his face with his tied hands.

“Another bowl! This is not hot enough anymore!” Dante ordered and the bowl was taken away.

As another bowl was being brought, Felix dropped his head to the hard floor of the basement.

“I want to die” he slammed his hurting head against the hard floor a couple of times, wanting nothing but to bleed to death.

Dante groaned and pulled his head back up, away from the floor. His head was bleeding and the bandages now soaked with hot oil and his blood looked disgusting to say the least.

Felix looked like he would die any moment from now but Dante ignored the look on his face.

“Let’s give you a foot wash now, shall we?”

Dante glanced at one of his men and motioned him to take over before he moved back to the sofa and sat down.

“Here you go boss” Ditto handed Dante an ointment for his hand.

“I did not ask for that, did I?” Dante asked, his intense gaze landing on Ditto.

Noticing the grim look on Dante’s face, he slipped the ointment back into his pockets. Dante was comfortable with the pain in his hands. It felt a bit relieving knowing that Mireille wasn’t the only one hurting.

Though he was also hurting emotionally, it wasn’t enough and this bit of physical pain made him actually feel better.

Dante threw his head back and shut his eyes as the screams of Felix filled the room once more as he struggled and screamed in pains.

Somehow, the screams of Felix satisfied Dante. He breathed out softly.

“I love hearing you scream in pains. Ditto, take over. I want him to scream more but remember, he can’t die yet”

“Yes boss”

*

Mireille was in her own bed, holding a pillow closely to herself. She recalled Dante’s words and felt her heart wrench in pains once more. The more she recalled his words, the more it hurt her heart.

“How did I fall in love with a man I can never have?” She asked herself and a tear slid down the side of her eyes.

Mireille did not bother to brush if off, her heart aching badly. Suddenly her phone rang, shaking her out of it.

Mireille sighed softly as she saw the screen. It was James calling. She hesitated for a while before picking the call up.

“Hello” she called softly over the phone.

“Hello Mireille” James greeted back.

“How are you doing?”

“Uhm… Pretty fine”

“You don’t sound fine though” James pointed out and Mireille let out a deep breath.

“I am very fine. Just having cramps” she lied.

“Oh, sorry about that. Did you tell Dante about it?” James asked.

“He is just your friend, not my… Not my lover so I don’t have to tell him everything that goes on with me” Mireille replied painfully, feeling the tears return to her eyes.

He was not her lover.

“That’s right but you can ask him for whatever you need. I know he is a real jerk but he treats you like his Princess”

“I know” Mireille tried not to sound broken.

“Talking just makes it hurt more. Can… Can we talk later, James? I promise to call you tomorrow” She promised him.

“Alright. Will be expecting your call then” James replied and ended the call.

Mireille pushed the phone away from herself and dropped her face into the sheets.

Her phone rang again and Mireille groaned in frustration. She wanted to be left alone at the moment. The only person she wanted to stay with her and not leave would be leaving anyways.

Mireille got up and looked at the phone screen, hoping it was Dante calling but she was disappointed to find that it was Belinda calling.

Letting out a deep, sad sigh, she picked up the call.

“Hello girlll!”

“Hey, Bel”

“Are you okay?” Belinda asked, immediately sensing that something was wrong.

“Just… It’s nothing”

“You know you can tell me about everything that is going on, right?” Belinda asked.

“Bel” Mireille called and sniffled back the tears that threatened to drop.

“Yes? I am listening to you, Mireille.”

“I found out I am in love with Dante already and today, I… I tried asking him a few questions and he told me he was never ever going to fall in love. Belinda…” Mireille readjusted and placed her right hand over her face.

“He told me he is never going to love a woman. Belinda, I am in love with Dante and I feel so stupid”

“Calm down, Mireille. There is no way that man isn’t in love with you. Did you tell him about your feelings directly?” Belinda asked.

“No. I… I just asked questions”

“I want you to calm down and listen to me. Dante Romano is in love with you and I bet he is just denying his feelings for you and denial never lasts long. He is going to get over the denial soon and the both of you will be together”

“Are you sure that’s the case, Bel?” Mireille asked, a glimmer of hope appearing in her heart.

“I don’t know a lot of things, Mireille but I know a man in love when I see one and Dante Romano is for sure in love with you.”