You Are My Weakness

Chapter 4

[Dylan's POV]

I had imagined this moment for so long, the moment in which I'd finally have her in front of me.

I certainly expected her to become a beautiful girl, but never like this. She's truly a woman, now. After all, it's been a long time since we've last seen each other.

Her long, brown, slightly wavy hair frames her visibly worried face. Her green eyes, which I have never been able to erase from my mind, are hurt by what I have done. I immediately recover from the moments in which I observe her so as not to make her understand what is going through my head.

''What should we ever talk about, Dylan? About your behaviour?'' She replies in an annoyed voice that I hadn't predicted. I knew, of course, that she wouldn't welcome me with kisses and hugs, but I wasn't expecting this cold treatment.

She's too cold. Almost vengeful towards me.

She's not the Belle I knew, but after all, I'm not the Dylan she used to know either, from many points of view. When I get the chance, I'll tell her about it. Not now.

I try to look away from her red and plump lips and then reply with the same coolness.

''With this nice temper of yours, I bet no guy will be able to stand up to you. How's the single life treating you?'' I answer confidently, but her reply leaves me baffled.

''Instead I- I have a boyfriend. We've been together for some time now. And he manages to keep up with me perfectly, don't worry.'' The words that come out of her mouth leave me in disbelief and I don't know what to say, for the first time.

It's impossible my men didn't tell me. If she had even just said hello to a boy, I would have known. How is it possible that she has an actual boyfriend?

''I have to be careful what I say'', I think to myself, but I realize too late that in the confusion, I have spoken these words aloud.

''Huh?'' she replies, confused.

''Nothing, forget it.'' I say, trying to disguise my mistake.

''Who'd be the lucky one?'' I ask, investigating further to find out more about this mysterious boy.

''None of your business. You're holding me back because you said you had to talk to me. So? Talk.'' She says in a harsh and detached tone, but I go beyond the wall she raises between me and her to understand that she does all this because she is afraid that I will hurt her again.

''I just wanted to ask you why you didn't come to say hello earlier. I don't know if you noticed, but we haven't seen each other in a while.'' I continue with my speech, praying that she pretends nothing has happened and that she forgives me. But I know her too well and I know this'll never happen.

She gives a painful laugh and looks away from my eyes for a few seconds. When she does this, it doesn't promise well. I'm pretty sure she'll start a long speech where's she'll say it's all my fault but after all, I can't say I don't deserve it.

''Are you really asking me why I didn't come to say hello? Dylan, you abandoned me, damn it. You have no idea what you've done to me, all the fucking damage. I was almost able to overcome the pain of not having you here with me anymore and then you come back out of nowhere-'' she screams at me, before bursting into a sea of ​​tears.

Luckily, everyone else has entered their classrooms and there's no one in the corridors to see us.

I have a tremendous desire to caress her face with my hands, hug her and tell her I'm sorry, but my pride gets the best of me.

Seeing me impassive, she decides to run to the bathroom.

I am tempted and I'd almost make a fool of myself just to follow her, risking being seen and taken for a psycho, but in that exact moment I get a call from Jake, my partner and the only one I can trust. That's why I hired him to keep Isabelle under control.

I decide to answer for my own good and for her's. Maybe I just need to let some time pass to let her recover from the initial shock.

''Jake, explain to me why no one told me that Isabelle had a boyfriend? '' I whisper so as not to be heard, however letting my anger shine through.

''Dyl, it's impossible. We have intercepted calls, messages and movements.'' He replies with a convinced tone. ''I assure you: she's single.''

''Jake, I literally just talked to her. She says she does. She wouldn't be crazy enough to make up a story with a guy.'' I say annoyed.

''Are you already talking to her like the good old days? Don't get too caught up in her, Dylan. It's a complicated time for work and we need you to be concentrated.'' He underlines.

''Jake, get off my dick. It's my first day here. Should I stand like a lone wolf  while I organise exchanges with other gang?'' I reply.

''No, but if you make her your only concern it's not going to end well.'' He replies. And he's not wrong.

''She'll never be my only concern. In fact, she just ran away from me.'' I blurt out.

''You have to give her time. Then it will be worth it.''

I agree with him and end the call, thinking once again about how she has a boyfriend.

But in my mind, I think about something that makes me lose my head: maybe, my men didn't tell me to keep me calm and focused on work. They knew I was going to lose my temper.

And in this moment, I really lose it as everything around me turns black.