Don's Possession

08Deja vu?

08
Jaime Carter

It has been two days since that night where I and Dante argued. And it has been two days that I did not see him. I ate breakfast without him even lunch and dinner. There was a part of me that missing him. And I can't deny that thing because I can feel it. This house is empty without him, without seeing his gorgeous pair of eyes, his kissable red lips and dominating aura.
Gosh, Jaime, where that thought came from? Did I just fantasized that big ass jerk?

Maybe, Dante is dealing some business and it made him so much busy. How about my father.  I didn't have news about him and so as him coming here just like Dante said.

I got up from my bed and grabbed the phone. I dialed Dante's number but I only got a voice mail. Something is not right. Even Dante's bestfriend. Where could they be?

I started to get panic. I have this feeling that Dante might in danger. I know my father's capability. He's known as the King of Illegal.

Grabbing a jacket I made my way downstairs. I met a few men on my way but I just carried on. Searching who somewhat familiar with me. And lucky me, I saw Ysabelle.

I hurriedly came close to her. When she saw me, she smiled.

"Hey Jaime. How are you?"

"Can I ask you, Ysabelle?" Worried was heard from my trembling voice.
The smile on Ysabelle face fell down.

"What's the matter?"

"Where is Dante?" That was straight.

Ysabelle fell silent. And she looks away not making an eye contact with me.

"Ysabelle tell me. Where is he?"

"Don't worry about him Jaime. He's just sorting some business that needs to dealt immediately. He will come back before you know it."

I don't believe her. I just don't believe her. The way she avoided my gaze was suspicious.

I came back to my room defeated. But why am I acting like this? I should planning right now how to escape from this place. Not worrying some jerk.

Now is the time. I went back to where Ysabelle. She stood right away when she saw me approaaching.

"I want to see Dante. Can you take me to him?"

Ysabelle's eyes went wide. I'm sure she was not expecting me to say those words. As if I really want to see that jerk, this is just a step to escape.

"It's dangerous to be outside and Don surely will kill me. Jaime, just please go back to your room."

"No. I want to see him."

Ysabelle sighed in defeat then nodded.

"Fine. I'll bring you to him."

I smiled secretly knowing my successful plan turning to be execute smoothly.

I seated in the backset while Ysabelle in the driver seat. The ride was so quite and the sight over the window was beautiful. It has been so long since I saw this scenery before my eyes.  And I can feel now my freedom.
I'm just about to distract Ysabelle when a gunshot pervaded the air. I abruptly stooped and my heart begun to beat rapidly.

I saw Ysabelle draws a gun from her waist and accelerated the car. I looked behind and there I saw two black cars following us.

Are you kidding me? I suppose to be escaping but why are they chasing us?

"I told you Jaime. It's dangerous to be outside and I'm sure Don will kill me on the spot."

"But why are they chasing us?"

"You know who Don is. And being the Don he has a lot of enemies and you should know about that thing. Whatever. You know how to drive?"

She looked at me in the mirror.
I nodded in response.

"Then take the wheel."

"What? I can't drive when I am nervous!"

"What the f*ck?! Are you serious?"

Is she crazy? I can't even feel my hands because of nervous.

"Then, can you shoot?" She asked suddenly.

I abruptly turned to her in shock. "Are you crazy? How can you ask something like that?"

"Then take the wheel. We will die in here if you keep whining like that. You're such a baby."

I hardly get on the driver seat. "I can do this." I cherred myself up then hold the wheel tightly.

"Keep driving and focus on the road."
I looked at the mirror and I saw her setting up the gun.

"I told you to focus on the road." She gave me a glare.

"Just don't fucking mind me and shoot them."

And the next happened was the sound of gunshots in the air. This is my first time having this feeling in the brink of death. I'm enjoying this. Why am I enjoying this?

Why it feels like a deja vu?

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