A Savior Or A Killer

Dante moved over to Mireille who kept on mumbling words to herself, her eyes wide with surprise and shock as to what she had just done.

He grabbed her shaky hands with his left hand and raised her shoulder up with his right hand that held the gun too.

“Listen to me, you didn’t kill someone” Dante said to her as soon as she was looking at him.

“I just did that, Dante! I shot that man!” Her voice raised shakily, her eyes filled with fear.

“Come here, Princess” Dante pulled her into an embrace and wrapped his arms around her.

“You didn’t kill someone, you saved someone. You saved me. I would be the one lying dead if you didn’t shoot. You saved me, Princess”

“I feel like a killer, a murderer, Dante” Mireille sobbed.

“You are not one” he pulled her back.

“Look at me, Princess. I am only standing here because of you! You saved me” he reached his thumb to her cheeks and brushed the tears away.

“Are… Are you sure?” She sniffled.

“Yes and now, we are going back home, okay?”

“Yes, I want to… I want to go home. Please take me home.”

Dante picked her up from the floor, lifting her into his arms in bridal style. Mireille relaxed into his arms, feeling a bit better even though her emotions were conflicting at the moment. Despite the fact that Dante had told her she saved him, Mireille still could not get it out of her head that she had killed someone.

As Dante dropped her in the backseat of the car, Mireille stiffened, recalling that Belinda was still in there.

“Belinda!” She gasped.

“Belinda is still in there. Go and get her, Dante. I can’t leave without her”

“She will be safe, I am getting you out of here first”

“No, I am not leaving here without Belinda

“Shit, Princess!” Dante cursed.

“Please Dante, don’t take me away without Belinda” Mireille begged, her eyes pleading.

“I will drive you a bit away from this place first” Dante sighed softly and got into the driver’s seat.

*

“Oh shit!” Jonas cursed roughly, his face contorting in fear and anger as he saw Dante walk into the scene.

“Retreat!” He yelled out an order and he and his men scampered away as he realised that the tables had turned and he had no chances of winning anymore.

A few more of them got gunned down as they all struggled to reach safety but Jonas managed to eventually escape safely with two other men while using about two others as shield to aid his escape.

Belinda fell to her butt on the floor, cuddling her knees to her chest and sobbing.

“Boss.” Ditto walked towards Dante and bowed slightly.

Dante let out a low huff and Ditto dropped down to his knees.

“It’s all my fault.” Ditto said.

“Get up.” Dante breathed out.

“You will get punished later.” he added and Ditto got up from his knelt position.

He walked over to Belinda who was still huddled up.

“Who is she?” Dante asked, since he could not see her face clearly.

“Miss Mathieu’s friend who invited her to this place and Jonas’s woman.” Ditto replied.

“Belinda? Let her live.” Dante ordered and saw the flash of hurt on Ditto’s face.

Ditto had once had a girlfriend and Jonas was the one who had killed Ditto’s girlfriend. Right from then, Ditto had vowed to get rid of Jonas’s girlfriend if the latter ever had one.

“Yes boss.” Ditto accepted Dante’s orders painfully.

If Belinda was killed by Ditto, it would hurt Mireille way too much and Dante was not interested in anything that would have to do with Mireille getting hurt.

“Get up, Miss.” Ditto stretched his hand out to Belinda but Belinda remained huddled up, shivering in fear.

“Get up or I will just have to carry you, Miss. Belinda.”

Belinda still maintained the same position. Ditto sighed with an eyes roll before grabbing her by the arm and pulling her to her feet.

“I will take you to an hotel for you to spend the night.” he said to her and lifted her into his arms in bridal style.

“Where is Mireille?” James asked, walking up to Dante.

“In the car.” Dante replied.

“Clean the mess up and get rid of the footages, Ditto.” Dante ordered before he and James headed out towards the car.

“You should not let her see you.” Dante stopped in his tracks to talk to James.

“Why?”

“Mireille has seen me. She knows I was definitely involved in the shooting and killing that occured tonight. She will see me as… As a murderer now.” Dante replied, recalling the previous incident of him being a murderer.

“She will be broken if she finds out you were also part of the shootings.” Dante said and James nodded, reasoning with Dante.

He knew Mireille would go crazy if she found out what he was involved in.

“Alright.” He gave in.

“I will go to my home and come pick Mireille up tomorrow morning.”

The first drop of rain dropped on James skin and he bit down on his lower lip before patting Dante’s shoulder.

“Please take care of her.”

“I will.” Dante assured him and with those words, he walked away from James to the car.

One of his men pulled the car door open and Dante stepped into the backseat where Mireille was sitting and shivering.

“Princess.” Dante whispered his name as softly as he could.

He took hold of her shoulders and Mireille just let him. He turned her to face him and raised her jaw a bit so he could look at her face.

“You are fine now and Belinda is fine too..” he pulled her close and Mireille gave in and wrapped her arms around him tightly.

He had blood stains on his shirt and yet Mireille felt a sense of safety having him hold her close. She hugged him tighter, clinging onto him like her life depended on him. Tears filled her eyes and rolled down.

“I was so scared.” she cried.

“I am sorry, Princess. I am sorry I didn’t arrive earlier. I am sorry you had to go through that. I am really really sorry.” Dante kissed her forehead and hugged her again.

His aching heart slowly eased as he held her in his arms.

One of his men stepped into the car’s driver seat and stayed quiet.

“Everyone here is out to protect you. Don’t be scared.” he patted her lovingly.

“Get me some earpods.” Dante ordered the man in the car.

“Yes boss.”

The man stepped out immediately and walked away.

“Is… Is it about to rain?” Mireille asked, raising her head to look at Dante. Her eyes were full of fear that Dante wanted to wipe away badly.

“No, it is not going to rain tonight.” Dante said and gave her a faint smile.

After a few minute, the man finally arrived with the earpods and Dante connected it to his phone. He chose a loud rock music and handed the earpods to Mireille, turning the volume all the way up.

“Take us home.” he said to the driver and pulled Mireille close to him, making her bury her face in his chest.

The rain started falling steadily but Mireille didn’t notice it with the aid of the loud music and Dante shielding her sight.

The drive home was pretty smooth and Mireille wanted nothing more than to take a thorough shower and sleep for long hours. Whatever had happened tonight, she wanted to put it behind her for now and just go to sleep.

Dante stepped out of the car, umbrellas held up for him. He lifted Mireille into his arms and walked into the mansion, the umbrella still held properly over him and Mireille.

He did not stop walking until he got into his room. He gently dropped Mireille to the couch and removed the earpods from her ears.

Mireille trembled as she heard the noise of rain falling. She grabbed Dante’s arm and he quickly crouched down in front of her.

“You will be fine, Princess. No one is going to be able to harm you as long as I am here.”

“The rain… The rain is so scary.” she whimpered.

“I know, I know.”

Mireille nodded repeated and vigorously, still scared of the falling rain.

“Dante.” Mireille called, her lips quivering as she was in her most vulnerable state after the entire incidents.

She could not even think straight if she wanted to.

“Can I… Can you hold me to sleep tonight? I really can’t sleep alone tonight.” she shook her head.

“I won’t let you sleep alone in any case. Come on, I’ll help you take a warm bath first.”