As he thought about Fanny, Michel's mind drifted back to the scene where she shot Mr. Aiden. He is very proud of her.

Smiling, he recalled her words earlier. Yeah, he's about to do his worst.


After all, his woman spoke, and her desire was his command.

Out of his thoughts, Michel saw Charles approaching Mr. Aiden. Punch, kick, hit, and cut.

Mr. Aiden was already a mess, but now he can't figure it out. The smell of blood was heavy in the air, but they were used to it.


Michel raised his hand, signaling Charles to stop his attack. He gasped, his eyes glaring at Michel.

"Vengo, get me the gun, will you?" He calmly ordered.


Sometimes, calmness is just as deadly.

Charles grabbed Mr. Aiden and pulled his head back. He whimpered in pain as Michel gasped.

He shivered and twisted, trying to run away, but he knew what was coming. No way out. Not this time.

Charles pushed him back as Michel gripped his jaw tightly in his hand, Michel's finger biting his cheek.

Mr. Aiden pounded his fist on the chair, trying to dislodge their grip on him, but to no avail.

Michel shows him the gun, moving it in front of him since Charles is now his jaw-holder, forcing him to open his mouth to his leader.

Mr. Aiden screamed, but it only came out as a gurgling sound his eyes widened in horror as Michel shoved the nozzle between his teeth.

Michel smiled as he tried to shake his head. Mr. Aiden still begged him, only this time with his eyes. But it was too late.

Fanny suffered because of him. And now it's his turn.

Holding the gun in place, Michel tilted his head to the side, a sinister smile still on his lips as he finally pulled the trigger, handing Mr. Aiden straight to hell.

---

It was past midnight when Michel finally climbed the stairs, going to his and Fanny's room.

Opening the door, his eyes fell into the darkness beyond a single lamp that had been turned on, casting a soft light into the room.

His gaze scanned the space, searching for her. And there she was. In bed, fast asleep.

Relief swept over him as he gently closed the door behind him.

Moving closer, he stared at his woman, lying on the sheets, seemingly losing the battle to stay awake for him.

She looked very beautiful even when he knew that her sleep was not peaceful because she had tightly furrowed her eyebrows. Sighing, Michel decided to use this time to quickly take a shower.

While washing his face and hands, his clothes were still stained with a lot of blood. Taking them off and stuffing them in a black bag to dispose of them afterward, Michel stepped under the hot water and let it pour down his aching muscles.

He washed his hair and skin thoroughly, applying a bit of expensive body wash three times to get everything running down the drain. If only he could get rid of the rest of their worries so easily.

He knew, tonight he was bound to close a chapter. But Michel isn't naive in assuming that their life will be a walk in the park later.

After all, he is the leader of the Black Roses family and the danger is simply coming to the territory.

Coming out of the bathroom with a single towel wrapped around his bottom half, he used a hairdryer to blow-dry his hair, grabbing a pair of boxers and joggers in tow, never mind a shirt.

Michel climbed into bed with Fanny and as he reached out and gently ran his fingers over the tense lines between her brows, smoothing them, he finally felt a sense of calm envelop him.

Pulling her close to him, he hugged her, squeezing his body around hers as he tried to find sleep too.

He was tired and hoped that her scent would soon lull him into dreamland.

However, Fanny turned around in his arms, the warmth of his body bringing her out of her rest.

"Michel..." She said sleepily, slowly opening her eyes.

Michel pressed his lips to her forehead in a gentle kiss. "I'm right here."

Fanny looked at him more awake as she reached out and stroked the side of his face that wasn't on the pillow.

Though it still took Fanny five minutes before she could muster up the courage to ask him the question that had been bothering her since she left the basement.

"It's him..." She gulped, feeling Michel's fingers stroking her hair, gently holding her tighter, made her instinctively do the same with her hand on his chest.

"Is he gone?" She finally asked, almost holding her breath.

However, Michel didn't let her wait too long to assure her. Taking a steady breath through his nose, he nodded.

They stared at each other in silence for a long time, reveling at the moment they had been waiting for, for days and months.

And after some time passed, Michel then let his hand go down her back and pulled her deeper into him, pressing her body against his as he bent down and gently bit his lip. she.

"Will you ever forgive me for what happened?"

Fanny's face softened as she leaned in and responded with a deeper kiss. "There's nothing to forgive."

---

"So..." Audrey's voice caught everyone's attention as they sat around the table, having breakfast together a week later. "Have you proposed yet?" She frowned, looking at Michel curiously because she was speaking clearly to him and no one else.

Thankfully, Fanny didn't eat or she would choke. Her heart stammered until it stopped and then started again although faster and harder than her chest.

What is Audrey doing? Fanny sent Audrey a pleading look before her gaze turned to Michel.

His spoon stopped in midair as he looked at Audrey and then at Vengo as if to tell him he should control his wife.

Fanny's throat was dry, wanting to bang her head on the table in shame. Although Michel just put down his spoon slowly and cleared his throat. "What?"