Love Made Me Do It

16. Sinister Beginnings

The monochromatic grey walls of the entire penthouse were echoing with silence, while Jesse sat on the large double seaters velvet covered black couch. His right leg wrapped in heavy bandages, two set of crutches placed right next to him on the couch, while another bandage wrapped around his arm that was supported by a sling, hanging down on his left shoulder. 

The three empty bottles of rum in front of him showed peculiarly how drunk he was, while his eyes were bloodshot red and his entire state was disarrayed. His jaw was entirely covered with beard while his eyes hair were scattered all around his head, sticking to his sweated face. He took another shot of his drink from his glass and groaned as it emptied, wanting to fill more. The room was screaming with darkness, with the city lights reflecting from outside, resurfacing against the large window panes. 

The spiral staircase of the penthouse clicked, as red bottom heels of a tall woman descending down the stairs in a sparkly silver gown. Her freckled white arms sparked against the white lights as she turned them on, making Jesse groan. 

"Turn the f*****g lights off!" He screamed throwing his glass sides way but looked up as the woman walked scrunching the broken pieces of glass underneath her feet. 

The gown covered her tall height, while her ginger red hair cut down in straight bob cut and side fringes, covering up for her age, with lines of wrinkles centering her countenance. 

She held her head high, her dark eyes showing how much disappointed she was in her son's acts but her pride was still paraded up her head. She was glittering with makeup and glam. 

"Don't f*****g do this in front of Dante." She whispered at him. 

"Why not?" He chuckled lifelessly, looking as psychotic as it could get. 

"You know why!" she yelled back at him. Her eyes were filled with tears, her condition looking almost merciful, if she hadn't be carrying all the glam up her body. 

"Jesse, please understand whatever we are doing, it is for your own good." 

"Good?" Jesse yelled back, sitting on the couch, feeling helpless, "What good could it be for me, Mom? You are throwing me here in New York, instead of taking a stand against those people who are responsible for my condition." He cried, letting tears spill down his eyes. His mother held back her tears, sniffing her cries back.  

"You know what you did. Everything happened because you tried hurting Crystal." She tried arguing but at this point she was helpless, repeating the same things over and over again. 

"I did not want to hurt her, she forced me to do that." Jesse hissed back at his mother, who only had a horrific expression covering her face. Jesse's eyes and words reminding her of his real father, of a horrific past she had buried long ago, afraid to see it resurrected back in a horrendous manner. "And now instead of standing up against those people, look at you all dolled up for their parties, celebrating their life!"

She simply shook her head, "We are doing this for your own good, you have to understand that." she stepped ahead, holding a hand over her mouth. 

"I don't want your good." Jesse yelled.

"So what the f**k do you want?"

Another strong voice echoed throughout the whole room, as the woman turned around and cleared way for Jesse to see as well. 

Dante stood near the double wooden door of the penthouse, in a crisp suit. His hair slicked back and even though old, his age was still covered by his broad and shrouding physique. 

"What the f**k does your son want, Shelly?" He questioned his wife who only shook her head, warning her husband with her gaze to let go off her son's mistakes. 

Dante walked towards them, scrunching the broken pieces underneath his feet. He stood for a moment, studying his son's entire state. 

"Get Up!" He asked softly but Jesse looked away, looking at his sad reflection on the glass pane. 

"Get the f**k up!" He yelled this time, startling Shelly, who had tears submerged in the corner of her eyes. 

Jesse looked up to Shelly who only shook her head helplessly, knowing helping Jesse would be wrong in the situation. 

Jesse tilted to grab his crutches, while Dante kicked them with his feet, sending them stumbling down across the floor. 

Jesse looked up to him and seeing amount of anger radiate off Dante, ascertained him that it was no time to mess with Dante, knowing how lethal his anger could get.

Jesse only held back his urge to cry, and gulped his own anger. He scrutinized, getting up and whimpering, standing on one foot, but being weak and drunk, he immediately fell back down. 

Dante smirked, leaning down and grabbing Jesse's collar and picking him up, making his stand straight up. 

"This!" He shook him, letting him know how limp and weak he really was, "This is what you really are. You are a f*****g wimp and your manliness didn't come out when you were tried to abduct a girl and then when you got shot by one. But it comes out in front of another woman, who actually cares for you." Jesse looked down, not ashamed to hear Dante glorifying his mother but afraid to look into Dante's eyes, who always made sure to encore fear inside Jesse's mind,  knowing the blood running through his vein wasn't Dante's. 

"Keep that d**k inside your pants, Crystal is not yours! get that inside your head and the sooner you'll get that, the better it will be for you." 

Dante pushed Jesse back on the couch, walking out of the house, Shelly looked between her son and her husband, torn between the two men she loved the most but she also had to make a viable decision, a decision that will change her life forever but she had to make sure that the decision would bring a good change in her life or at least, peace. 

Sparing one final glance at her son, she walked out behind her husband, leaving Jesse in despise and venom, making his heart heavy to hold Dante and Shelly responsible for his condition. 

Shelly got inside the back of the BMW, parked inside the building. Just as the car left the garage, parked right outside the building was a jet black Ducati 1098s, an expensive bike, with heavy roaring engines, perfect for a speedy and silent run, given the hybrid nature of the modified silencer and engine. On that bike, sat a tall man with a shredded body wrapped underneath a black leather jacket, the face of the man covered by the reflecting helmet. 

Keeping the sheild of the helmet down, the bike followed the BMW and kept a safe distance to make sure that it goes unnoticed. 

Shelly was silent along the entire ride, sitting on the back seat along with her husband, while a chauffeur drove in a safe speed. She kept looking outside the window, noticing the city lights even when the car entered the highway, Shelly kept her head stuck towards the window. Dante noticed that and extended his hand. He loved Shelly more than anything, he never adored Jesse but still considered him as his son because of his love for Shelly and even kept the secret of Jesse not being his son, even in front of the world just to keep his wife's pride high.

Almost thirty years back, when Shelly was in the protection custody of the mayor in exchange of Eric Paige's location, Dante was in charge of her security and even though she was pregnant with Jesse, but even she couldn't help fall for the man who held her in her most difficult time. 

And everything fell right into place for Shelly, Dante gave Jesse his own name and let anyone knew the truth about him being Eric's son, but now, things had started to fall apart for her. 

Dante slightly held onto her palm, "I am sorry for what I did..."

Shelly turned towards him, teary eyed, saddened over fortune, where she had a man, risking his everything and still standing with her for her past mistakes. 

"Please, you have nothing to be sorry about. In fact, I should thank you for still letting Jesse stay at your pent house..."

"Are you being serious?" He asked in a definitive tone. "He is my son and I love him... Don't say that. Come here." He pulled his wife in for a hug. 

While the bike that was following them concealingly, past by them speeding ahead. The biker controlled the balance of the bike with one hand, keeping one on the handle while his other hand was inside his jacket's pocket. The chauffeur drove the car in completely silence, until his eyes grew in complete astonish. 

The biker stopped, pulling the brakes right in front of their car. To avoid any accident, the driver pulled the brakes, jerking Dante and his wife from their adoring moment. 

Both of them looked at the driver, who was simply looking ahead. He honked a few times but the biker stood facing them, the reflection of the black car visible through the shade of his helmet. His one hand roaring the bike's engine while other subtly resting inside his jacket. 

"What the hell is going on?" Dante questioned with anger. 

"Let me check." The driver announced, getting out of the car. The biker got off his bike at the same time. Just as the driver closed the door of the car and walked towards him, the biker pulled out his hand, flashing the black gun with an extended silencer attached to it. Before the chauffeur could've reflected, the biker hit the trigger, sending a piercing bullet right through the driver's forehead. 

Shelly screamed watching the driver fall back down, with his blood splattering all over the front shield of the car. 

Dante's eyes grew wider, his heart began beating faster, knowing that whoever he was, he was there to kill them. His instincts worked and he immediately crawled ahead in to the driver's seat but before he could do anything else, another bullet crashed through the front shield of the car hitting Dante's right eye. 

He splattered once, before going completely lifeless. Shelly screamed on top of her lungs, Her heart beat accelerated but her brain fazed looking at the love of his life laying dead right in front of his eyes. 

"DANTE!" She screamed, tilting ahead and moving Dante's body. Tears were covering her entire face as she screamed on top of her lungs, her cries echoing even outside the closed windows and doors of the car. 

She kept on calling Dante's name again and again, her brain unhinged from every other sense. 

The biker silently made his way towards her side of the car and stood outside, watching her cry and push Dante's body repeatedly. Feeling no pity on her, he aimed his gun right outside her window, keeping his aim still for a while, watching the woman cry as if that gave his sick mind some satisfaction. 

Knowing that she had already lost her everything, Shelly kept her head back on the headrest of her seat, closing her eyes, tears streaming down her face. 

The entire night fell into complete silence, there was no sound of any car passing by, no sound of anyone crying anymore. Just the car and it's silent engine revving in the middle of the dark road. 

A dead body lying on the road, while another lying inside the car.

Keeping his eyes intact on Shelly, the biker lifted the shield off his face, revealing his piercing blue eyes, a streak of his blond hair falling off his broad white forehead. He kept his gaze stuck at Shelly watching her cry, he wanted to see her die in front of his naked eyes. 

Finally satisfied that Shelly was completely crumbled, he pulled the trigger with the bullet passing through the window, piercing through Shelly's head, making her stumble down on her side, killing her point blank. 

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