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===== Chapter 3 [ Part 4 ] =====

"Bye (Y/N)! Talk to you tomorrow at school!"

Peach's smile vanished as soon as she ended the call. She turns to Alessio, sighing, and he is just staring at her with those mysterious silver irises. Peach feels her heart skip a beat. She softly smiles at him, her "cold " benefactor. The man blinks and averts his gaze away as if he has not been listening to the girls' conversation — though we all know otherwise.

Alessio stands up and walks away.

Peach watches him exit the living room with a blush and her fluttering hearr, pressing the small pillow close to her chest as ever. Her i-phone lights up with the wallpaper of the latter person in his peaceful state.

On the other side of the living room, there is Dante who's sitting on the single-seater couch. Of course he noticed it, but it's no secret to him anymore. Dante knows of Peach's feelings ever since a long time ago.

He scoffs.

"There's no way Boss would fall for a fucking bitch like you," he indifferently retorts, causing the girl to glare at him. Peach throws him the pillow; but since she does not have a good aim, Dante is easily able to dodge it.

"You're really an asshole, Dante."

Peach grabs and fiddles with her phone.

Dante rolls his gaze at the stupid bitch. "I am just saying the truth." The man closes his oceanic blue eyes as Dante makes himself comfortable in his chair. Peach throws the man a scowl and even gives him the middle finger.

Dante lip-smiles and grants her the finger too.

His eyes are still closed.

"Ugh! I fucking hate you, asshole!" Peach yells at him as she marches her way out from the living room, not being able to stand any longer with the man. The corners of his lips turns more upward, liking how the sound of Peach's footsteps slowly gets softer and softer... Not before long, the man hears her screams again.

Dante snickers. That's right, bitch. Go get more annoyed with me since your fucking existence annoys me too. He opens his eyes and sees his Boss Alessio.Immediately, he straightens his posture.

Alessio takes his attention away from his i– phone as the man focuses his cold silver eyes on his inferior. "Tell me. When will you mature yourself, Dante?"

Dante stands up and lowers his head. "I'm sorry, Bo—"

He falls on the ground; his face is bruised by the punch Alessio has suddenly inflicted on him. Dante places his hand on his face, letting out a groan when he felt it. He tries to move, but he hears a click.

He moves his oceanic eyes up and sees the gun pointed at his forehead. He freezes not of the sight of the weapon but because of the dark expression on his Boss's face. Alessio looks down at him, emotionless; but Dante could feel the damn strong dark aura rolling off his body.

Alessio would surely kill him if he does the wrong thing, so Dante did what he could only do. He doesn't move; he doesn't try to speak anything.

"Didn't I tell you to shut up?" His cold voice asks.

Dante silently nods at his question, feeling the cold sweat forming and rolling down his face. The black-haired man presses the gun to his forehead, and the man could almost hear his heart beating so fast by the fear that Alessio, the man that he always looks up to, would be the end of him. Dante doesn't want that kind of death.

He wants to die for him and not by him.

Suddenly he hears a notification beep, and he no longer feels the gun on his head after that. He opens his ocean eyes and sees Alessio opening his phone. Before Dante could even blink his oceanic blue eyes, the young man walks away without saying any words.

Confused, Dante remains on the floor wide-eyed as he recalls seeing (Y/N)'s smiling face on Alessio's phone.

What the fuck was that? he wonders, stupefied.