Don

Chapter Two

Chapter 2

 Natara got up at the first beep of her metal alarm clock. She shoved her blanket off from over her body, causing it to crumple. The sun shone through the cloudless sky dawning into another morning. Natara left her room to see Max snoring soundlessly on the couch. Yes, he was here last night but he didn't leave?

 Natara knelt down beside the couch and stroke his head in an orderly manner, informing him to wake up. Max opened his eyelids slow and steady and gave her a short smile. He got up from the couch and sat, erect.

 "Hey, good morning" Natara greeted him standing up. Max caught her by the wrist and turned her around, causing her to land on the same couch. He brushed his lips against her cheeks giving her a warm feeling of affection and satisfaction. Natara chuckled a little.

 "Will you marry me later?" Max asked, bushing. Natara chuckled a little, observing the situation. She had never seen Max like this.

 "Later?"

 "When we are free of our duties." Max said, smirking.

 Natara cracked into a loud laughter. Max joined her.

 "But you gave me the ring yesterday," Natara questioned him, her face turned to the opposite side, controlling her laughter like a mischievous child.

 "Oh yes. Couldn't convey my feelings yesterday due to Don,"

 Natara kept smiling.

 "Nor would I give you a chance for today. We have to leave. Nine sharp. Sir has given the time." Natara said, grinning.

 "Oh, bloody hell." Max said as he got up to leave for his home.

 "Bye, catch you in an hour. Will pick you up," he continued.

 Natara waved her hand in which she was wearing the ring. The ruby glinted due to sun's rays making it more beautiful than ever. Max waved in the same direction and left shutting the door. Natara went to her room and set her bed. She approached her wardrobe and chose a black knee-length formal one piece for today.

 She took a step forward to get her towel from the bathroom and hung the dress and the towel on her shoulder like porter. Natara went in the bathroom and shut the door. She always had the feeling of insecurity due to the loss which she had incurred earlier in her life. Both her parent had died when she was a little child at the tender age of three. She lost the time to cherish each and every moment she could've loved spending with them, like any other ordinary child. But destiny and luck can take away everything in a moment. Natara smiled in the mirror, looking at herself. The face that she was acquainted with was in an instant very sad, insecure, thinking of losing someone else.

 Natara hung the belongings on the blue hanger and took a slow and lukewarm bath taking away all her worries and leaving her with a blank mind. Natara blow-dried her hair. The hot air was hypnotizing her and making her close her eyelids slowly but she knew how to control herself. She was ready on time, at quarter-to-nine. Max hadn't come. She took her phone and started to dial a number, when she was condemned by doing by the ring of the doorbell.

 Natara climbed down the stairs impulsively and swung open the door. He was there, standing and displaying an utmost admiration for her. Natara blushed, batting her eyelids, affectionately.

 "Whoa," Max said, astonished.

 "Thanks." Natara replied.

 "C'mon, let's go," Max said.

 "Oh, sorry."

 Natara locked the door before advancing towards the red Audi. She seated herself in the most royal manner. Max giggled. Natara took out her her revolver, Colt .45 and playfully pointed at Max. Max laughed hard.

Suddenly a report sound from a gun came, and in the second minute Max was dripping blood from his chest. The aisle of the car was covered with blood drops. The coat was pierced through with the bullet.

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"Believe me Sir, I didn't do it" Natara was pleading to Mr. Vito.

"I believe you, child. If you didn't do it, somebody did it" he replied with calmness.

Natara's grief was uncountable. She lost all hope in life. It was just yesterday when was alive, talking to me, loving me.

"Control yourself. We will avenge his death," the words had a burning feeling which could burn anything. It was hatred and sacrifice. Charles was standing next to her. Natara was unaware when tears started to trickle down her hazel eyes. She wiped them off with her elbow and vowed something. Something which was all hate and disgust.