Deprived Love - Chapter 21: Chapter 21
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In the dimly lit room, shadows danced on the walls as the fireplace crackled softly. Bella sat on the edge of her bed, clutching a worn-out photograph of both of their childhood.
Her mind was a battlefield of emotions, each thought of a soldier fighting for dominance.
Her heart ached with feelings for him, the man who had brought light into her world. She remembered their laughter, the tender moments they shared when they were kids, the way his eyes sparkled when he looked at her.
Yet, those same eyes were the eyes of a killer. She closed her eyes, trying to push away the memories of the party. Nick's dead body, his blood stains on her fingers, his pale face and limp limbs.
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she wrestled with her conscience. The photograph slipped from her fingers and fluttered to the floor.
Millions of reasons were there to back away from Chris but one reason seemed enough for her to stay.
She layed on her bed glancing at the ceiling. She closed her eyes as she needed to have a good sleep in order to relieve her tiredness. She felt mentally exhausted.
“Chris, what the fuck!?” Liam uttered his voice raised a bit.
“I couldn't control that motherfucker being close to her!” Chris spat, gritting his teeth.
“But killing him wasn't the option. And yeah, they were just dancing. We were there to protect Bella if something happened.”
“But I couldn't see his filthy hands on her!”
“And now how are we supposed to find the mastermind who sent him to be close to Bella?”
“We'll find a way.” He said furrowing his eyebrows.
“I know you are worried that Bella would talk to you or not. You knew she hates blood.”
“But you know who sent that guy to be close to Bella. He would do anything to make my life hell. You know it!”
“I know but Bella doesn't. Now just get some sleep, relax yourself and talk to her later. She'll understand.”
Chris nodded and walked to his bedroom. He took a warm shower to cool himself down, he wore his night suit and went to bed.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
He wondered how much he changed in some months because of Bella. Chris never gave a damn to others opinions but when it comes to Bella, her each and every opinion matters. It matters a lot to him.
The mere thought of the blonde girl gave him peace. All his worries and tiredness disappeared. Her soothing words of giving him a chance made him feel like he is on cloud nine.
The room was quiet, save for the soft rustling of the curtains as a gentle breeze slipped through the open window. The pale light of dawn began to creep into the room, casting a delicate glow over everything it touched.
Chris laid still, his face softened by sleep, the usual tension in his features gone. His breathing was steady, deep, and rhythmic, a stark contrast to the turmoil that often consumed his waking hours.
As the sun slowly climbed higher, the light grew bolder, spilling across the bed and onto his face. His eyelids fluttered in response, and he stirred, his body gradually waking from the grip of sleep. A sigh escaped his lips as he turned over, pulling the blankets closer for a moment longer, as if reluctant to leave the sanctuary of dreams.
But the morning was persistent, and soon the warmth of the sun nudged him further awake. His eyes opened slowly, squinting against the brightness. He blinked a few times, adjusting to the light, and then stared up at the ceiling, gathering his thoughts as the last remnants of sleep slipped away.
He rolled onto his back, stretching out his limbs, feeling the tension in his muscles ease. The room was filled with the soft, golden light of morning, the world outside beginning to stir. He let out a deep breath, pushing himself up to sit on the edge of the bed. For a moment, he simply sat there, running a hand through his tousled hair, his mind still in the quiet, liminal space between sleep and wakefulness.
His eyebrows furrowed when his gaze fell on the coffee cup which was placed on the bedside table. He took the cup and the coffee was still warm as someone just left it beside him. He took a sip and his eyes widened comically.
He quickly finished the hot coffee without caring about his burning lips. He wore slippers and rushed outside.
He saw Liam standing, he smiled when he saw the younger male.
Chris increased his pace and stood next to Liam.
“Hey, calm down man! Nobody is going to take your princess away. She came here half an hour ago, and the first thing she did was to make coffee for you.” He said with a gentle smile.
“Where is she?” Chris asked, grinning.
Liam was more than happy, seeing Chris smiling and happy.
“She went to the slave dorm, to meet Stella.”
Chris nodded. He couldn't wait more and he rushed to see his love.
He was walking through the hallways, the moment he stepped to the hallway where Stella's room was, a smile crept to his face.
The hallway echoed with both girl's giggles and laughters but only one specific sound caught his attention.
He walked near the room.
“Now I must go to meet Chris. He must've woken up. I'll meet you often.” Stella nodded and she pulled Bella in an embrace which Bella returned.
Chris smiled watching Bella happy.
Bella stood up and walked out of the room. She instantly gasped when she saw the ravenette and he grinned.
"You scared me!" Chris chuckled.
“I heard you came here to meet me?”
Cris uttered with an amused expression.
“Yeah.” She said smiling, making Chris's heart skip a beat.
“Shall we go to my room?” Chris asked.
She nodded.
Chris hesitantly moved his hands towards Bella, and Bella chuckled. She intertwined their fingers together.
“What are you, six?” Bella asked, smiling.
“It feels like I held my teenage crush’s hands for the first time.” Chris uttered.
“I can't believe the leader of one of the biggest mafia is blushing for me.”
“I am not blushing!” He argued.
“Okay, as you say.” Bella said and Chris squeezed her hand.
They walked to their room.
Bella hesitated at the door, her heart pounding in her chest as she stared into the dimly lit room. The heavy oak door creaked as it opened wider, revealing more of the dark space beyond. She took a cautious step forward, the plush carpet muffling her footsteps.
The room was vast, dominated by a large, intricately carved bed draped in deep, rich fabrics. The dark wood of the furniture gleamed in the soft, golden light from a single lamp on the bedside table, casting long shadows across the room. Velvet curtains, so dark they were nearly black, hung heavy and thick against the windows, blocking out the night.
As her eyes adjusted to the dim light, she noticed the details: the expensive, yet understated decor, the sparse but carefully chosen furnishings that hinted at both luxury and restraint. The scent of leather and something faintly smoky lingered in the air, a reminder of the man who inhabited this space.
Her gaze fell on a small table in the corner, where a crystal decanter and a couple of glasses stood, half-filled with amber liquid. Next to it, a sleek black gun lay casually, as if it were just another accessory in the room. Her pulse quickened, she reminded herself that the lovesick guy who was hesitating to even hold her hands had blood in them… blood of many people, which she hated. Still she was there willingly.
She moved further into the room, her fingers brushing against the smooth, cold surface of a marble statue that stood beside the bed. It was a stark contrast to the warmth of the bed’s thick, inviting blankets. A sudden image flashed in her mind of him lying there, Chris sleeping in that very bed.
It was then she noticed a framed photograph on the nightstand— their photo which Chris clicked on his phone, he framed it. But it was overshadowed by the foreboding aura of the room. It was the only thing that was bright in that room, rest everything was dark.
She heard the door click softly behind her and turned to see him standing there, his dark eyes watching her with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat.
This was his world. And if she stayed, it would become hers too.
“Your room looks scary.”
“It must be like that.”
“Bella… uhm.. I am sorry.” Chris uttered hesitantly. The word ‘sorry’ seems foreign to him because he never apologised to anyone.
Bella's expression changed to confusion.
“For what?”
“I killed him right in front of you.” Chris uttered. His eyes showed a foreign expression.
Regret? Sadness? Fear?
“Do you regret killing him?” Chris's expression was replaced by a blank one.
“No.” He said in an instant.
“Then what are you apologising for?” Bella questioned.
“I don't regret killing him. I would've killed him anyway… I regret killing him in front of you. I thought you'd hate me.”
“I already knew that you kill people, Chris. I would've hated you before only if that was the reason.”
“So you were not mad at me. I thought you would be because he was your friend.”
Bella wondered, last night she was sad… indeed sad but not because Chris killed the guy who she thought of as his friend but because Chris was the one who killed him, whom she thought of making her lover.
It didn't cross her mind that her reactions were revolving around Chris. She was sad because Chris killed him. Now she is happy because she met him.
She hated the effect Chris had on her but still she couldn't help it and be submissive in front of the mafia boss.
“Can we not talk about it, please.” Bella uttered after a long silence.
Chris hummed.
“I heard from Liam that you are free today.”
He nodded, eyes never leaving Bella.
“Shall we go on a date then?”
In the dimly lit room, shadows danced on the walls as the fireplace crackled softly. Bella sat on the edge of her bed, clutching a worn-out photograph of both of their childhood.
Her mind was a battlefield of emotions, each thought of a soldier fighting for dominance.
Her heart ached with feelings for him, the man who had brought light into her world. She remembered their laughter, the tender moments they shared when they were kids, the way his eyes sparkled when he looked at her.
Yet, those same eyes were the eyes of a killer. She closed her eyes, trying to push away the memories of the party. Nick's dead body, his blood stains on her fingers, his pale face and limp limbs.
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she wrestled with her conscience. The photograph slipped from her fingers and fluttered to the floor.
Millions of reasons were there to back away from Chris but one reason seemed enough for her to stay.
She layed on her bed glancing at the ceiling. She closed her eyes as she needed to have a good sleep in order to relieve her tiredness. She felt mentally exhausted.
“Chris, what the fuck!?” Liam uttered his voice raised a bit.
“I couldn't control that motherfucker being close to her!” Chris spat, gritting his teeth.
“But killing him wasn't the option. And yeah, they were just dancing. We were there to protect Bella if something happened.”
“But I couldn't see his filthy hands on her!”
“And now how are we supposed to find the mastermind who sent him to be close to Bella?”
“We'll find a way.” He said furrowing his eyebrows.
“I know you are worried that Bella would talk to you or not. You knew she hates blood.”
“But you know who sent that guy to be close to Bella. He would do anything to make my life hell. You know it!”
“I know but Bella doesn't. Now just get some sleep, relax yourself and talk to her later. She'll understand.”
Chris nodded and walked to his bedroom. He took a warm shower to cool himself down, he wore his night suit and went to bed.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
He wondered how much he changed in some months because of Bella. Chris never gave a damn to others opinions but when it comes to Bella, her each and every opinion matters. It matters a lot to him.
The mere thought of the blonde girl gave him peace. All his worries and tiredness disappeared. Her soothing words of giving him a chance made him feel like he is on cloud nine.
The room was quiet, save for the soft rustling of the curtains as a gentle breeze slipped through the open window. The pale light of dawn began to creep into the room, casting a delicate glow over everything it touched.
Chris laid still, his face softened by sleep, the usual tension in his features gone. His breathing was steady, deep, and rhythmic, a stark contrast to the turmoil that often consumed his waking hours.
As the sun slowly climbed higher, the light grew bolder, spilling across the bed and onto his face. His eyelids fluttered in response, and he stirred, his body gradually waking from the grip of sleep. A sigh escaped his lips as he turned over, pulling the blankets closer for a moment longer, as if reluctant to leave the sanctuary of dreams.
But the morning was persistent, and soon the warmth of the sun nudged him further awake. His eyes opened slowly, squinting against the brightness. He blinked a few times, adjusting to the light, and then stared up at the ceiling, gathering his thoughts as the last remnants of sleep slipped away.
He rolled onto his back, stretching out his limbs, feeling the tension in his muscles ease. The room was filled with the soft, golden light of morning, the world outside beginning to stir. He let out a deep breath, pushing himself up to sit on the edge of the bed. For a moment, he simply sat there, running a hand through his tousled hair, his mind still in the quiet, liminal space between sleep and wakefulness.
His eyebrows furrowed when his gaze fell on the coffee cup which was placed on the bedside table. He took the cup and the coffee was still warm as someone just left it beside him. He took a sip and his eyes widened comically.
He quickly finished the hot coffee without caring about his burning lips. He wore slippers and rushed outside.
He saw Liam standing, he smiled when he saw the younger male.
Chris increased his pace and stood next to Liam.
“Hey, calm down man! Nobody is going to take your princess away. She came here half an hour ago, and the first thing she did was to make coffee for you.” He said with a gentle smile.
“Where is she?” Chris asked, grinning.
Liam was more than happy, seeing Chris smiling and happy.
“She went to the slave dorm, to meet Stella.”
Chris nodded. He couldn't wait more and he rushed to see his love.
He was walking through the hallways, the moment he stepped to the hallway where Stella's room was, a smile crept to his face.
The hallway echoed with both girl's giggles and laughters but only one specific sound caught his attention.
He walked near the room.
“Now I must go to meet Chris. He must've woken up. I'll meet you often.” Stella nodded and she pulled Bella in an embrace which Bella returned.
Chris smiled watching Bella happy.
Bella stood up and walked out of the room. She instantly gasped when she saw the ravenette and he grinned.
"You scared me!" Chris chuckled.
“I heard you came here to meet me?”
Cris uttered with an amused expression.
“Yeah.” She said smiling, making Chris's heart skip a beat.
“Shall we go to my room?” Chris asked.
She nodded.
Chris hesitantly moved his hands towards Bella, and Bella chuckled. She intertwined their fingers together.
“What are you, six?” Bella asked, smiling.
“It feels like I held my teenage crush’s hands for the first time.” Chris uttered.
“I can't believe the leader of one of the biggest mafia is blushing for me.”
“I am not blushing!” He argued.
“Okay, as you say.” Bella said and Chris squeezed her hand.
They walked to their room.
Bella hesitated at the door, her heart pounding in her chest as she stared into the dimly lit room. The heavy oak door creaked as it opened wider, revealing more of the dark space beyond. She took a cautious step forward, the plush carpet muffling her footsteps.
The room was vast, dominated by a large, intricately carved bed draped in deep, rich fabrics. The dark wood of the furniture gleamed in the soft, golden light from a single lamp on the bedside table, casting long shadows across the room. Velvet curtains, so dark they were nearly black, hung heavy and thick against the windows, blocking out the night.
As her eyes adjusted to the dim light, she noticed the details: the expensive, yet understated decor, the sparse but carefully chosen furnishings that hinted at both luxury and restraint. The scent of leather and something faintly smoky lingered in the air, a reminder of the man who inhabited this space.
Her gaze fell on a small table in the corner, where a crystal decanter and a couple of glasses stood, half-filled with amber liquid. Next to it, a sleek black gun lay casually, as if it were just another accessory in the room. Her pulse quickened, she reminded herself that the lovesick guy who was hesitating to even hold her hands had blood in them… blood of many people, which she hated. Still she was there willingly.
She moved further into the room, her fingers brushing against the smooth, cold surface of a marble statue that stood beside the bed. It was a stark contrast to the warmth of the bed’s thick, inviting blankets. A sudden image flashed in her mind of him lying there, Chris sleeping in that very bed.
It was then she noticed a framed photograph on the nightstand— their photo which Chris clicked on his phone, he framed it. But it was overshadowed by the foreboding aura of the room. It was the only thing that was bright in that room, rest everything was dark.
She heard the door click softly behind her and turned to see him standing there, his dark eyes watching her with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat.
This was his world. And if she stayed, it would become hers too.
“Your room looks scary.”
“It must be like that.”
“Bella… uhm.. I am sorry.” Chris uttered hesitantly. The word ‘sorry’ seems foreign to him because he never apologised to anyone.
Bella's expression changed to confusion.
“For what?”
“I killed him right in front of you.” Chris uttered. His eyes showed a foreign expression.
Regret? Sadness? Fear?
“Do you regret killing him?” Chris's expression was replaced by a blank one.
“No.” He said in an instant.
“Then what are you apologising for?” Bella questioned.
“I don't regret killing him. I would've killed him anyway… I regret killing him in front of you. I thought you'd hate me.”
“I already knew that you kill people, Chris. I would've hated you before only if that was the reason.”
“So you were not mad at me. I thought you would be because he was your friend.”
Bella wondered, last night she was sad… indeed sad but not because Chris killed the guy who she thought of as his friend but because Chris was the one who killed him, whom she thought of making her lover.
It didn't cross her mind that her reactions were revolving around Chris. She was sad because Chris killed him. Now she is happy because she met him.
She hated the effect Chris had on her but still she couldn't help it and be submissive in front of the mafia boss.
“Can we not talk about it, please.” Bella uttered after a long silence.
Chris hummed.
“I heard from Liam that you are free today.”
He nodded, eyes never leaving Bella.
“Shall we go on a date then?”
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