Chapter His First Priority
“How the hell in the world did this happen to you, Mireille?!” James yelled at Mireille, more than disappointed in her
“I am sorry, James.” Mireille apologized, sobbing.
“Sorry? Would sorry erase anything? Would it erase the fact that you are pregnant for Dante?!”
“Oh god! This is my fault.” James blamed himself, shaking his head slightly.
“I was a fool to let you stay with him, knowing the type of person Dante is. I should not have let you live with him. Tell me the truth, Mireille.” James approached his little sister.
“Did he cajole you into having sex with him? Did he pressure you into it?” James asked and Mireille shook her head in the negative.
“N-no, it was me. I…. I just wanted him and I made him….” Mireille could not find it in herself to tell her brother that she had pretty much seduced Dante until he could no longer hold back from fucking her.
“I am sorry, James. I am really sorry.”
“You wanted him?! Of all the men in the entire world, you chose to want someone like Dante! I thought… I thought you hated him, Mireille. I thought you found him annoying.”
“I thought so too.” Mireille cried.
“But I was wrong. I didn’t hate him.” She brushed the tears away but more rolled down.
“And now you are pregnant for him. Dante is such a betrayer! He promised me not to touch you but turns out he did not only touch you but also went as far as impregnating you. You are coming with me” James grabbed Mireille by the wrist.
“W-where to?”
“To see that bastard!” James replied and walked out of Mireille’s room, pulling her out of the room after him.
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James parked the car in front of Dante’s mansion and alighted from the car, enraged. He was even angrier than he was initially.
Thinking about the entire situation made him madder and James urgently needed to let off some steam.
As soon as Mireille stepped out of the car, Dante also stepped out of the mansion, all dressed up. He was on his way to Mireille’s place.
“Princess?” He called, shaken by the tears in her eyes. He moved towards her, ignoring James presence but before he could get to her, James got in between them and punched Dante in the face.
Ditto immediately moved closer but Dante stopped him by raising his hand up.
“You bastard!” James yelled and punched Dante in the face again.
Dante groaned but didn’t fight back. He looked at Mireille and the look on her face made him know that James had found out what happened between them.
That wasn’t all so bad anyways since he had been intending on telling James himself when he got to his place anyways.
“How dare you fuck my sister?” James grabbed him by the collar and punched him twice in a row before pushing Dante down to the ground.
“You cursed bastard! I told you to keep your fucking skills to yourself! You promised me you won’t touch her! I so want to kill you right now!!” James continued to rain punches on Dante.
“You could have literally any woman at all. The women who would do anything to have one night with you would fill up this entire goddamned estate but you chose to have my sister instead!! You… Fucking bastard!.”
Mireille could not stand it anymore. Dante was not even trying to defend himself from the punches or anything. He was just laying there, taking all the hits as if he deserved it all.
“James! Stop it!” She yelled and rushed to the both of them.
In his anger, James pushed Mireille back and she fell down to the floor.
“What the…?!” Dante punched James in anger, pushing him down to the floor.
Dante punched James twice more before pulling away from him.
“I can take all the hits from you but don’t you dare hurt Mireille!” Dante growled at him.
James was on the floor, in shock not just because of Dante but because Dante’s men were all pointing their guns at him at the moment.
“Wh… what’s going on? Why are they pointing their guns at James?” Mireille asked, her eyes widening.
James spat and got on his feet, wiping the sweats off his face.
“What’s this, Dante?” He asked and Dante walked closer to James, not wanting Mireille to hear their conversation.
“Did you forget for a second that she is the F. P and everyone who as much as attempts to harm her will have to die.” Dante replied.
“And you did not add me to her peace list (a list that contains names of people who do not pose as a threat to the first priority)?” James asked.
“I did not. There is no peace list for her. Everyone and anyone who attempts to hurt her will have my entire men to face.” Dante replied.
“Not even you on the list?” James asked and Dante stepped away from James.
He grabbed a gun from Ditto and pointed it at Mireille, scaring the life out of her.
“Dante!” She shrieked with widened eyes.
Immediately, his men directed their guns at him instead with no regards to him being their boss. Dante dropped the gun to the floor and returned to James.
“There is no peace list for Mireille. Anyone who hurts her has to die.”
James glared at Dante in anger for a couple more seconds before letting out a loud yell and kicking the air.
Dante walked over to Mireille and helped her up from the floor where James had pushed her to.
“Princess, are you okay? I am sorry I pointed a gun at you just now. That… I did not mean to do that. Are you fine?” He examined her for any scratches.
“And what the hell do you think you are doing, Dante?” James asked.
“Everyone leave.” Dante ordered and the men walked away, including Ditto.
James walked closer to Dante who was still holding Mireille in his arms.
“You know very well that Mireille is the only family I have. You know that but you decided to have sex with her and unprotected sex for that matter!” James groaned, poking Dante’s chest.
Dante furrowed his brows.
“You could have at least used a condom, Dante but no! You decided to ruin me, you decided to ruin my only family!”
“What do you mean?” Dante asked, a bit confused. He was sure he was damn healthy and clear of any STIs or STDs so what could be the issue with him using or not using a condom.
“Don’t play dumb, you bastard! You impregnated my sister!”
Surprise clouded Dante’s face and he turned to face Mireille sharply.
“You… You are pregnant?”
Slowly and with tears in her eyes, Mireille nodded.
“Yes, Dante.”