The Familiar Figure

Belinda led the way into her living room, a smile on her face as she ushered Jonas into her home.

“And this is my home” she spread her arms, the smile getting wider on her face.

“You have a really nice place, Bel” Jonas complimented, walking further into the room.

“Is that you in that picture?” Jonas asked, his gaze resting on a picture on the wall.

“Yes, that’s me in twelfth grade” she replied and Jonas smiled, walking towards the picture.

“You looked really cute” he pointed out.

“I think I still look cute, don’t you agree?” Belinda asked, cupping her face and striking the cute pose she made in the picture.

Jonas laughed softly.

“You still look very cute, I admit but I also think you are more of beautiful and hot now” he replied and Belinda pressed her lips into a thin line, trying not to giggle.

“I am glad I am finally free from your ridiculous joke of me being unable to make you cum though” he pointed out and Belinda’s cheeks flushed red.

“Well, you did prove me wrong. Please have a seat” she pointed to one of the sofas.

“Thought you’d never tell me that” Jonas said, moving over to the sofa and taking a seat.

“Since you are at my home, let me ask you what you would like to have. What would you like to have, Jonas?”

“Whatever you give to me will do just fine, Bel” he replied.

“I have a pretty weird taste. You might not really like what I eat, are you sure you want me to give you whatever?” Belinda asked.

“How bad can it be?” Jonas asked with a shrug of his shoulders.

“I absolutely don’t want you to see how bad it can be so I am going to just prepare something really simple” Belinda replied.

“I guess I will be paying another visit to you soon so I can have a taste of how bad it can be. And if you don’t show me next time, that’s better. I will just have a reason to pay upore and more visits”

Belinda felt her heart skip a beat. She gulped down and tucked her hair behind her ears.

“Jonas” she called his name, her voice a bit serious than usual.

Jonas’s brows furrowed as he scanned her face, curious sy the sudden seriousness.

Belinda walked over to his side and sat by him, then held him by the hand.

“What are we?” She popped up the question.

“And what do you mean by that?” Jonas replied with a question, making Belinda take in a deep breath.

“We are not friends, right? I mean, regular friends are not like this. What are we?”

Jonas smacked his lips wet.

“What would you like us to be, Bel?” He asked her, reaching his hand to her cheek.

His hand gently caressed her cheek and Belinda felt her heart beat harder.

“I… I was hoping you would tell me that” Belinda whispered.

“You like me, don’t you?” Jonas asked and Belinda looked away from his eyes to give him a response.

“I think that is pretty obvious” she let it off her chest and Jonas smirked.

“I like you too, Bel and I am sure that is pretty obvious too” Jonas made her look back into her eyes.

“Then?” Belinda asked for more.

“We are lovers, Bel but damn…. I did not mean to tell you this so casually without any sense of ceremony” He groaned, his hand dropping from her cheek.

“How about this? Give me the chance to do this again. I will choose the venue and text you the address. Is that okay?” He asked and Belinda smiled happily then nodded.

“Perfectly okay”

“You can bring some of your friends to witness me making you mine” Jonas leaned in close to her.

“Mireille would be more than excited to be there” Belinda replied and an evil glint flashed in Jonas’s eyes for a second.

Finally, he would have the chance to lay his hands on Mireille and his boss, Mark would finally have an upper hand to Dante Romano.

The thoughts of it sounded so fulfilling and as Jonas pulled Belinda in for a kiss, he felt his heart swell in delight but it wasn’t just because he was going to get him boss the weakness of their greatest enemy. It was also because this kiss, the words she had said to him and the smile that had appeared on her face when he told her they were lovers all seemed perfect, so perfect that his heart could not keep in the delight.

His hands cupped her face as he pulled closer to her, deepening the kiss. The both of them kissed passionately before Belinda broke the kiss, breathless. Their foreheads were pressed together as they stared into each other’s eyes.

“You are beautiful, Bel”

His words made her heart race and Belinda slowly pulled away from him. She reached her hands into her bag and brought out her phone.

“Just a minute. I have to make a call” she skipped away from the living room to put a call through to Mireille.

She could barely wait to tell Mireille about the new development of her relationship with Jonas. She ran up the stairs and stopped in front of her room, then dialed Mireille’s contact hurriedly.

*

Mireille was sleeping deeply and peacefully when the screen of her phone lit up and it started ringing with a call from Belinda.

“Oh god, who is it?” She grumbled sleepily, reaching her hands to get her phone with her eyes still shut sleepily.

She opened her eyes only when her hands touched her phone and that was when she realized that Dante was no longer in bed with her.

They had gone to bed together about an hour ago but now he wasn’t beside her.

“Dante?” She called out, thinking he could be in the bathroom but that was not the case.

She ran her hands through her hair before picking up the call from Belinda.

“Hey girl!” Belinda screamed excitedly into the phone and Mireille took the phone away from her ear for a few seconds.

“Do you really have to scream into my ears each time you call?” Mireille asked.

“Maybe I wouldn’t scream if you did the calling” Belinda replied and Mireille sighed softly.

“Dante got shot and it has been…”

“Dante got shot?!” Belinda gasped in shock.

“Yes, he is fine though”

“Oh my god! Why didn’t you tell me about this?” Belinda asked.

“It’s fine. He seems to not even care about the fact that he is shot. Just woke up from sleep and can’t find him by my side. I have to search for him and ensure he really rests this time”

“Damn. Why don’t you look for him first? We can talk later” Belinda suggested.

“Oh, alright then. Will call you back” Mireille ended the call, dropped her phone on the bed and got out of bed.

She was about to walk towards the door when something drew her towards the window instead. She walked towards the window and pulled the curtains slightly apart.

Her eyes grew wide as she saw a figure in the dark standing in front of two men on their knees. Mireille’s heart jumped when she saw that very familiar figure pick a heavy vase and throw it at one of the men on his knees.

“Oh god!” Mireille gasped, her eyes brewing with tears as she watched the man fall back to the floor, definitely lifeless.

That familiar figure was none other than Dante and what she had just witnessed was him killing a man!