Virgin Desires Forced Possession by a Sexy Mafia Boss

Two weeks laterBelongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Dante was seated on a chair beside Mireille. It had been two weeks already and yet Mireille had not woken up. Dante had ensured he spent enough time around her though.

He wanted to be with her when she woke up. Dante was scared that it could take years for Mireille to wake up like it was in the case of some other people but no matter how long it would take her to wake up, he was going to be by her side.

And yet if she woke up now, he had no idea how he was supposed to tell her that their baby was gone already. He was sure Mireille had heard everything that night and she now knew what he was involved in.

He wondered if she would hate him now after all he had caused her so much pains to the point where he hated his own self, even. It was all his fault that she was in this situation and that their baby died.

Dante let out a sharp exhale, trailing Mireille’s hand with his thumb gently. He had been broken when he found out from the doctor that they lost the child and James had only made him feel worse about it.

James did not hesitate to remind Dante how it was his fault that Mireille was in coma and that did not help matters at all.

Dante glanced at his knuckles, bruised and injured. He could not help but punching the wall every now and then to make himself feel enough pains.

For Dante, he did not deserve to be at peace while Mireille was laying in coma.

A knock came on the door and Dante didn’t need to raise his head to know that it was Ditto.

“Come in”

The door opened and Ditto walked in but he wasn’t alone. He was with Belinda.

“Good afternoon” Belinda greeted Dante and Dante responded with a slight nod as he got up from where he had been seated.

Dante stepped out of the room and Ditto followed after him, leaving Belinda in the room with Mireille.

“Their families?” Dante asked Ditto, referring the the families of the men who had attacked he and Mireille.

“I have our men onto every of their family members, boss. I only need your order to bring them to you” Ditto replied.

“If Mireille… If she loses her life to this, bring every member of their family to me. I will make them all escort I and Mireille in the afterlife. I am no hero in anyone’s story and it would be so fucking pleasant to burn everyone related to those who took my Princess’s life.”

“Boss” Ditto called.

“Are you really going to commit suicide if Miss. Mireille dies?” Ditto asked.

Dante was about to give a response when they heard Belinda scream. The both of them rushed back into the room.

“She’s awake!! She’s alive!!”

Few hours later

Dante walked into the normal ward where Mireille had been moved into, a small smile on his face. At least his Princess was alive and she was conscious now.

“Princess” he called and Mireille who had been looking out of the window from her bed, looked towards him.

“Dante” she called his name and Dante let out a breath of relief.

He hurried over to her, sitting on the chair beside her bed and taking her hands in his. Even though she had been fed properly while in coma, Dante could not help but notice that Mireille had lost a bit of weight.

“Dante” Mireille called his name again.

“I am sorry, Princess. Everything is my fault and I know that. I should not…”

The door opened and James walked in with a hard look on his face. He had met with Mireille already a few minutes ago before.

“Did I tell you that you could come see her when she woke up?” James questioned Dante.

“James” Dante groaned out his name, shutting his eyes momentarily.

The last thing he wanted to do was to argue with James over being able to stay with Mireille or not in front of her.

“Mireille just woke up and the doctor said she might not emotionally stable yet. Do not come up with talks that will stres her out” he added.

“I don’t think there is anything else that will stress Mireille out as more as seeing your face” James replied.

“She doesn’t look unhappy to see me, James. I would suggest you give us some time alone” Dante replied and James huffed, rolling his eyes back.

“Some time alone? So you can put her in trouble once more? So you can put her in harm’s way like you did the last time I gave the both of you time alone”

“It was my fault, James and I accepted that but…”

“Stop!” Mireille let out a small shout, clutching her head.

Up until this moment, she had not properly recalled what had happened that night that led her to being hospitalised but with James and Dante talking about stuffs in front of her, blurry images clouded her head.

“Fucking get out already, Dante!” James raised his voice.

Dante wanted James out instead but he knew raising his voice or forcing James out would only cause Mireille to ache the more so he gave up, getting onto his feet.

“I will be back soon” He said soothingly to Mireille before letting go of her hand and approaching James.

“You’ve done enough, Dante. Let her be if you don’t want Mireille to suffer even more” James whispered before walking past Dante, brushing his shoulders with that of Dante.

Dante turned back, taking another look at Mireille before walking out of the room.

He shut his eyes, his brows arching as he leaned against the wall. James’ words echoed in his ears. He was the reason why Mireille was in coma, he was the reason why they had lost their child.

Was he really taking care of his Princess and giving her the life she deserved? Or was he just slowly and selfishly pulling her into a life of misery like his without even realizing it? Was he doing what was right by trying hard to stay beside her? And what about Mireille? He could not dare to imagine what her reaction would be once she learned that they lost the baby?

There were nights when Mireille would talk on and on about the things she would love to do with their baby but it was all gone now.

“Am I really the best person for her? Am I making her life better by being with her or am I ruining her?”