CHAPTER TWO
"Please don't kill me?" She sank to her knees, palms clasped together as tears fumed into her eyes as she knocked on the man's sympathy.
"Yeah, nice last words." The gun corked, and before he could pull the trigger.
"I'm pregnant….!" Danelle yelled out, eyes closed with one of her hands lowering to touch her stomach. Seeing that she's still breathing, she opened her eyes to see the assassin halted on pulling the trigger.
He withdrew his pointed weapon, morphing a clouded look. "What kind of move is that?" He questioned, head nodding with his brows raised.
"You think I'd actually believe you're pregnant and spare you, dude I'm expecting three million more of dollars the moment I deliver your dead body. So goodbye to you and your fake baby-"'
"I'm telling you the truth. I can prove it." Danelle shot up from where she knelt, grabbing her hang bag as she rummaged in hurry to find the paperwork received from the hospital confirming her pregnancy, the report she was going to show her ex husband before he shove something else in her face.
"Here, here is my proof. Check it out, I'm pregnant. Please don't kill me and innocent babies," she quested profusely, desperate to live as she stretched the file up for him to read.
The strange man took the file, glanced through the content as his expression slowly grew soft. He returned it when he was done, placing the tip of his gun on his lips as he paced around with a hand on his waist.
"Fuck!" He groaned, throwing his head backward with frustration perking into his face.
"Who are these people to you? They fucking offered six million dollars to down you permanently? And I only got the half payment, the rest to be balanced when the job is done." He sighed, coming close to where Danelle stood.
"I can't kill those babies, they've done nothing wrong to me. And if I fail to kill you, what's to say they won't get someone else to do the job."
He was right, and Danelle feared that. She had actually wanted to die when she found her husband pounding mercilessly into her sister earlier, but then she remembered the little lives she was nursing.
They don't deserve an end they haven't even started. Because of them, she chose to live, and she's going to live. Hopefully, the man pursuing her death isn't at all evil and has humanity.
"Look, I'm going to spare you, but under one condition," he said, lifting an index to indicate a part of his statement.
"I'm listening…."
"That you take off, disappear, go away. Cause if I let you go, and you remain here alive. They're going to get someone else to come after you, and the person they get this time might be as good as I am for letting you go for the sake of your innocent babies.
Pack your bags, and see yourself out of Damilton. I will find a way to fake your death, cause I can't lose my three million dollars. Whatever you do, don't return back her, because if you do, I'll kill you first so those that want you dead wouldn't come back asking for their money. And by that time, you would have given birth and there will be nothing holding me back from committing your murder.
"I am warning you, stay away from Hamilton. Don't come back here again if you want to live. Goodbye, and congratulations on your babies." He ended his articulation as he turned around, fading out of Danelle's sight.
The moment he was gone, Danelle let out a heavy sigh. She rubbed on her stomach while muttering silent praises to them staying alive.
Danelle not wanting to waste any time went straight up to the master bedroom, the room inside the penthouse that has her personal belongings; apart from the ones she left to rot in Chane's house as a reminder that they were done.
She packed the few things she has inside two big traveling boxes, sat down and booked a flight out of the city to the first country her eyes sighted on the map.
A country in Europe. Far far away from home, North America where she stays.
Her flight was scheduled to leave in the next three hours, so she still has a lot of time to wallow in her misery. The taxi she ordered for was on his way.
While seated on her bed waiting for her ride to arrive, her mind dated back to herself sitting on a chair opposite the doctor.
The doctor who in return gave her the happiest news of her life. She remembered the brightest smile that broke on her face, how close she was to shedding tears of joy even, and how eager she was to get home and share the news with her husband.
Danelle found it extremely hard settling into the reality in front of her. This is the man she fell in love with, the man she married, the man that promised to love her forever, the man that promised to give her everything if she ever asks for it.
The same man betrayed her, cut her off, broke her heart and pushed her out of his life. It was a harsh reality to digest.
Her taxi arrived, and in no time she was at the airport. After going through the flight procedures, Danelle found herself seated on a plane shipping her away from her life to a new one.
She arrived in Italy. The country that picked her sight's interest when checking the map. She took her luggages, strutting out of the airport when she bumped into a body.
"Ouch," she whimpered, looking up at the body she bumped into as the figure turned back, revealing himself as a man.
He was on a phonecall, and the moment he saw Danelle he gasped with his lips widely parted, his expression paled scouring a flabbergasted look.
Danelle furrowed her brows in confusion, wondering if this man is familiar with her appearance or blown away by her beauty.
That'd be ironic, since the beauty couldn't keep her husband loyal to her.
"Who are you?" Her brows raised, wanting insights to why he's looking like he just saw a ghost. "Okay, if you don't understand English. I'm asking, Chi sei?" She simplified her question further in Italian language since she's very well fluent at it.
"Oh no, I can speak English very well. I just can't believe who I'm looking at." He blinked rapidly, still looking stunned.
"Then who are you? And why are you looking at me like that?"
"Sorella, non posso credere che tu sia tornata a casa," he said, wearing a soft look afterwards.
If Danelle heard and understood correctly what this strange man just said, he did not just call her sister and then said he can't believe she came home?