Four Years Ago
"BELLISSIMA?" I call out to my fiancé and shut the door behind me.
I just came back from work and right now I just wanna cuddle with my baby. Today was a long day, the new members that were in training pissed me off and right now I'm not in the mood to be played with.
Esmée doesn't reply which is strange, she's always ready when I come back from work. We never spend time together because I'm always busy with the gang, but this week I'm free. Which means I have my beautiful fiancé all to myself.
"Bellissima?" I call out again and she still doesn't reply. Where could she be?
Is she sleeping?
I head to the kitchen and she's not there, Plus there's no food on the stove. I rush to the living room and there's no sight of her. I quickly rush to the backyard, but still no sight of her.
I search the whole downstairs and I can't find her anyway. Panic, that's all I'm feeling right now.
What if she got kidnaped, or someone killed her? Or she-
"Fuck." I shout banging my fist against the wooden table. Upstairs. I haven't checked there yet.
Without hesitation I run upstairs, hoping to find her in the room sleeping. When I reach our bedroom I kick the door wide open hoping to find her there.
I almost fall to my knees at the sight. My heart shatters into pieces. And right now I feel like ripping this thing out of my chest.
At this moment, this right fucking moment everything I thought I knew about my Bellissima was a lie.
"Baby, what are you doing here so early?" she spoke with fear as her thick french accent filled my ears.
I just stare at her trying to process the scene that's happening in front of me. Someone that I thought was an angel turned out to be a snake.
Esmée immediately jumps off the man and they both start to cover up their naked bodies.
Tears start forming in the corner of my eyes and I notice that all the color Esmée had drained out of her body now she is pale as she gazes at me with fear. knowing what I'm capable of. Anger rushes through my body while I feel the tears running down my face.
In a blink of an eye, I take out the gun and shoot the men who were beside her. His body collapses onto the ground and now you could see a blood pool on the white mat. Esmée's screams echo through the room and she rushes towards me and then uses me as a shield.
When I feel her skin against mine I immediately push her away from me so that she even hits her head against the wall. She shrieks from pain and I don't bother to help her.
"Out." I calmly say.
"Baby I-." She cries.
"Out!" I yell, pulling the trigger as the gun is facing the ceiling.
Esmée tears up and uses her arms as protection while a quarter of the ceiling collapses onto the ground. "I love you." She pleaded to place her hand on my cheek. I aggressively shove her back and then point the gun at her. "Don't you dare use those words?" I spat bitterly.
"Get out. before I fucking kill you." I say then face my back towards her.
"You can't kick me out. I need you." She softly says. "Get the fuck out Esmée!" I shout.
Without another word, I hear footsteps fading and cries. A huge lump is blocking me from speaking. Right now I can't process what just happened.
She was my light, my sunshine. her beautiful smile was the reason why I woke up every day. Her laugh was the reason why I wanted to start a family with her. Everything about her was like a blessing from heaven. But I was wrong. blinded by her pure beauty. she was just a demon from hell disguised as a beautiful angel to lure you and make you fall head over heels and when I was wrapped around her finger. all she had to do was to drain the happiness out of me and show me her true disgusting form.
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Present
"Esmée." My voice comes out soft and weak.
"It's been a while." She states. "Put the gun down," I said, ignoring her statement from earlier.
"No."
The last time I've seen and heard from Esmée was four years ago when I found out she cheated on me. "Look at me." She demands while my back is facing her.
I don't have the strength to look at her.
Hearing her voice breaks my heart, now imagine me looking at her.
Esmée sighs and I feel her lower her gun on my table. She grabs my arm then slowly spins me around to face her but I just can't.
Why? That day I was upset and heartbroken that I even burned the house down with the man in it. I thought if I just destroyed everything that the pain would go away. Our memories of each other were burned, turned into ash, and blown by the wind. But there was one thing I knew that I will never and still won't have the strength to let go of. The key-neck chain she gave me for my 19th birthday.
"Please." She begs. I slowly lift my head and she still looks beautiful. Her light brown hair is now short from last time I saw her. It's shoulder length. She still has her soft round face features and her dark freckle on top of her right plump soft lips with her cute button nose. Her hazel eyes are still pure but this time, I feel disgusted when I look into them.
The moonlight hits her face which makes her skin flawless. She's wearing a nude colored jumpsuit that hugs her small body.
She is still beautiful.
"Gabriella." Her voice brings me out of my thoughts.
What about Gabriella?
"What about her?" I questioned. She sighed. "I'm here to warn you."
I cocked a brow. "Now why would you warn me?"
"Giovanni, I still care and will always love you." She whispered. I chuckled darkly. "You still love me yet you fucking cheated on me, some way to show your love for me." I said, grabbing another glass of whiskey.
"I know what I did was wrong, The pain I put you through, you didn't deserve me. I'll always carry this guilt till my grave. I'm sorry. What I did to you was so unfair, standing in front of you makes me wish I was dead." she rumbles and places her hand over her chest.
I roll my eyes.
Same old pathetic excuse.
"But I didn't come here for that."
"Giovanni, I need your help."
She hurt me, put me through misery then after four years she suddenly shows up and asks for my help.
"No, I can't trust you," I say. She stays silent for a while then speaks up when she notices something. "You still have my necklace." She says with a soft smile then places her hand over my chest. "You-you still care."
"Why?" Esmée sadly questions me.
"I don't know myself." I spoke truthfully, I might hate her but yet I still kept the necklace.
Do I care? Maybe.
Esmée plays with the chain and I notice tears start pouring out of her eyes.
The room was dead silent as Esmée and I stared at each other. Placing the pad of my thumb on her cheeks as I brush her tears away.
All my emotions start to cloud up.
I watched her, studied her...
Esmée slowly leans in then presses her soft lips against mine.
Instead of pushing her away, I kissed her back.