AND HIS HEART BETRAYED

Chapter No 2

Remainder, “The Year 2005”

ELEANOR’S POV

We were on our way home. I was enjoying the night air hitting my face as the car was moving fast. The sky is dark and cloudy and the moon peeks down at me.

When I was young, I used to think, the moon loves me and follows me, whenever I am outside. So, I used to sit on the balcony of my window and talk to the moon for a long time.

I still do that, It’s like a habit. But now I know this beautiful piece of the Earth is not living but a stone. A beautiful stone indeed.

Soon, we reached home. Joseph got out first and opened the door for me. He always does that whenever he is traveling with me.

As I moved towards the main door, I saw a shadow of a man standing there. I immediately recognized him and sighed. It is going to be a long lecture from him. My Dad.

“Eleanor Plum Vitale! Did you see the time?” He asked when I was climbing the steps.

“No,” I replied innocently. I had not seen the time. So, I took out my flip phone and checked the time. It was 1 a.m. Oh shit!

I bit my inner lip and forced an innocent smile.

“…Dad, I am sorry!”

“No sorry, This is not the first time you have done this Eleanor!” He snapped. He was angry. “You escaped your guards, and you drove on a desolated car, and punctured a tire,”

“I was-,”

“On top of that, you were with a stranger. Do you know how dangerous this is?”

I take a deep breath and sigh. It was indeed my fault.

I pull at his arm and look at him with the puppy eyes that always work, pulling him to walk back into the home.

“I was tired, and I thought…It was a mistake, I am sorry. Also, the man there helped me with the tire,”

“Yes, Yes, Joseph filled me up on it,” He said passively,

“It was a birthday party, Dad, I wouldn’t want to hype up the atmosphere with four guards lingering on my back,” I didn’t want to show up with a bunch of overweight builders, dressed up all scary and hot on my tail. It seemed awkward and uncomfortable. Also, My friends are scared of my Guards.

“They could have stayed outside!” He argued.

“The party was outside,” I reasoned.

“They could have stayed in the car,” He said.

“And they would have listened to me. They have strict orders from you to follow me as life depends on it,”

“It does,” He implied.

“Dad!” I laughed and he smiled sadly watching me laugh.

He closed his eyes and pressed his hands to his face. Okay, he is actually pissed. I feel bad now. Being the time 1 AM, he must be very worried.

And I completely understand his protectiveness, The fact that Mom died in a car accident when I was very young hadn’t settled with him yet. He loved her and still hasn’t married. He, thus sometimes acts paranoid, always being overprotective. It’s just how he shows love. By caring. Even if that involves going to extreme lengths.

I pulled at his arm and wrapped my hands around his torso.

“I am back now, Dad, All good and well, Calm down,” I reassured him.

“You will not leave the house without the guards Eleanor. Or I will have to take strict actions against you,” He said.

“I will, I promise,” I said still wrapped around him like a leech.

“Promise you will never leave the house without the guards,” he said.

“…..One guard,”

“Eleanor!”

“Dad please, I agreed, Didn’t I, But on only one. Hire someone best in his field and we are all good to go,” I said, finally releasing him.

“Okay, I’ll do something about it,” He says.

“Okay, Good. So…Good night Dad,” I said and moved towards the stairs.

“Wait, What about dinner,”

“I was at a party, I had dinner!” I told him.

“Love you,” I yelled running up the stairs and hearing him laugh.

“Love you too! my baby,”

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Changing into my PJs. I sat on my bed, freshly showered.

My thoughts went back to that guy. No doubt he was very handsome. Would I meet him again? Dang, I should have gotten his number. But he was so arrogant.

Of course, I was gonna tell Amy everything that happened.

I grabbed my phone from the charger, It was almost full by now. I turned it on and there were already a couple of messages from her.

I gave her a call.

I filled her with all the details.

“So, we can say he was your knight in a black shirt” She laughed.

“Girl, how come he didn’t notice me like…he didn’t bother to flirt with me or something, not even ask for a number, not even a wink Amy…He wasn’t even blind…to justify his behavior,” I did the fake diva thing I love to tease my friends with. I am pretty fine, but I am never the one to actually brag about my beauty to people, except teasing my friends.

“Well, that’s strange,” she laughed, “How come he didn’t ask for your number after you acted all bitchy with him, he should have been head over heels for you when you yelled at him,” she was being sarcastic.

I rolled my eyes. Yeah right.

“Was he playing hard to get?” I asked.

“Maybe, He was handsome as you quoted, he will be,” she replied, “Or probably he is married, You saw any ring? She asked.

“No!” I said, but I did remember wearing him a ring, “Yes…I don’t know, Guess I lost my chance,” I said. He had a ring but It didn’t look like a wedding ring.

“Yeah, and you acted a bitch with him, girl, No chance there,” she stated the facts and I nodded my head. I certainly was.

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The room of dimly lit, with hundreds of boxes piled up on one side of the room and a small staircase on the other side. He walked up the stairs, it was dimly lit, like the whole area. Climbing up, he was welcomed by a metal door, just where the stairs ended.

He slammed it a few times.

“What?” Someone peeked from a bar at the door.

“Reaper,” he replied.

“Code?”

He sighed, “2be9nice,” He said. He hates this code, another reason to leave this gang as soon as possible.

“Wrong,” The person said.

“No, It’s not,” he replied calmly. This was just a test they liked to take when entering people inside.

The door opened with vibration and great noise.

He gets in and the person who opened the door closes it again.

“What’s up, Mr. Reaper?” He asks.

“Boss?” The Reaper asks ignoring him.

“In there,” the man pointed.

They went in through a door. The room was somewhat lit, and the faces were clear. A few people sat at a table. A few papers are on the table.

“Reaper!” A man, appearing in his mid-forties, sitting at the head of the table, stood up and greeted The Reaper.

“Any news?” The man asked. He was the head of the gang, The Reaper was a part of, named Alexander Norman. A well-known name when comes to drug dealing or weapon smuggling.

Reaper stood by the table near Alexander. His hand in his pocket, as usual, touching the handle of the knife he has there, always ready for attack.

“No,” he replied to Alexander. A calm look on the face, but those calculating eyes viewing everything. He knew exactly what he had to do.

“Dang it” Alexander struck his hand on the table.“Now what?” He asks.

“We attack,” said The Reaper, moving his head to the side. He just wanted to end this mission with this cowardly gang and get away as soon as possible.

“We are not sure, Son, I have a pact sighed right here on my table with that fu.cking cu.nt,” Alexander said strictly.

“He violated it, We are just gonna answer back,” the Reaper said gritting his teeth. His jaw was tightly locked.

“He is right, Alex,” said the right-hand man, named Jackson, “We have a clear witness against him, He deserves to be treated the fu.cking right for attacking our base and stealing the fu.cking drugs,”

“Jackson…we are fu.cking weak, then him, we will lose, for sure,”

“Not when we attack the boss directly,” Reaper said, his voice resonating with the walls.

“How is that?” Asked Alexander.

“We enter their place, disguised,”

Someone from the people scoffed, “As if they won’t know,” he said.

He got one hand out of his pocket, placed it on the table,e and bent down towards the man who said this.

“They won’t, I know their codes, Every place to get inside without being noticed, from door to his office,”

The guy looked at him for a while, “Great then,” he said.

“The only problem is if someone leaks the information for the attack,”

“Who would do that?” The scoffing guy said.

“You!” said the Reaper.

“What?” said Alexander.

“Have you gone insane?” The scoffing guy said.

“Not I, but you. When you saw that bag of dollars they gave you,”

“Y…You are lying, I don’t know what you are talking about,”

Reaper pulled out his old Nokia and made a call.

He talked to the person who introduced himself as a member of the Imperial gang. He provided quite the information on how Richard was ready to leak their information for a few dollars.

Well, The imperial wasn’t the only one to buy men.

“Lock him up, He is not to be out or all of you will be killed,”

“We need to proceed with the mission as soon as possible, I cannot lose at any cost now,” Alexander was furious.

“I need 2 men, at most, their uniforms and Imperial IDs will arrive tomorrow, We will proceed tomorrow night,” Stated The Reaper.

Alexander nodded at his words. He knew whatever Reaper had in mind, must be viable. He still could not understand, what this hunk of a man was doing in their gang, a weak one among many others. But He was loyal and sharp, working with him for two years after he finished his training, A great assassin, and had a sharp mind.

Reaper took his leave and left the building from the same route he came in from. Sitting on his bike, he grabbed the keys from his pocket and put them in.

A memory from yesterday flashed in his mind, when that girl, Eleanor was the name she told, tried to snatch her keys and actually convinced him to change her tire. and he was convinced. Then again, It was of no use since she left with another car. What surprised him was his encounter with her, the Daughter of Arthur Vitale. Was it a coincidence?

The same man, they were talking about upstairs, the man who stupidly decided to bomb their place and steal their drugs, violating the pact he made with the boss of his gang. The man he would be going to attack tomorrow as part of his job gave him a taste of Violation. How it satisfies him to give people a taste of their of fate.

‘Soon to be his Ex gang,’ He thought.

That was why he was on alert last night when he saw their car approaching.

‘A character she was,’ He thought.

He kicked the Suzuki Hayabusa he had and rode it back home. He was gifted the bike, just launched in 2002, to him when he won the first mission, back in 2003, his boss, of course, could not afford it by himself, or this is what he wanted them to think!

Well, he will be going there tomorrow, to fulfill the assignment he is assigned, to probably kill her father, or seize him at least, Being the master in his work, he knew nothing could go wrong, or he expected so.

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Hola, My dearest readers. Mysterious isn’t it? Let’s see what happens next. Would he be able to fulfill his plan? How will they meet again? Who knows if she will ever know? but only me. *Witchy laugh*;-}

Well, till next time, Love, love.