Becoming More Shameless

Belle was left in daze on the bed while Mikhail was humming a native country S song. He hummed through his way to the kitchen to cook for his beautiful wife.

He's becoming more shameless each day.

Belle slowly got up from the bed and went to the washroom to prepare herself for the day. Mikhail on the other hand kept himself busy inside the kitchen in a happy mood.

He decided to prepare a western breakfast for today.

Then as he was plating the dishes, his private phone rang from his pocket. The happy mood he had instantly vanished as he fished out his phone and answered without looking the caller id.

"What is it?" asking with a grave tone.

The other person on the call with some incoherent words.

"Sir... We... we were now under attack! The shipment have been burned and some of our men were killed... I was the only one who survived from the security team... I'm now hiding... Sir..." then subsequent gunshots were heard on the other end of the line before it was picked up again.

"Mr. Khaled I suppose..." the man asked daunting.

Mikhail wanted to see who was the blind animal which opposed him when the transaction was supposed to be clear as a day.

"Mr. Richards... It's been a long time..." Mikhail's voice sounded so unfeeling and cold.

"Heh... It's been a long time indeed! Sorry about this but there's been a little change in management and they order us to stop your transactions..." Mr. Richards said in a quite nonchalant way.

"Ohhh... Is that so? Then do you know what are the consequences of opposing me?" Mikhail was seething in anger.

This transaction was one of the biggest they held in the past years. It was supposed to be led by him but Lyndon's invitation came abruptly and there's nothing more than important than Belle. He let his men to continue and deliver the machineries without him and told the other party that he will personally come to their base when he will finish his appointments in country S first.

"Ohhh... That sounded scary Mr. Khaled. I didn't know that you're prone to talking when you're mad... Haha... We'll see what you can do... Ohhh... by the way... Do you know who tipped us? I bet you didn't. Why not ask Belle Yang?" Mr. Richards spat each words to spite Mikhail.

"Heh... Well you're not bright enough Mr. Richards. You could've guessed that it's all part of the game plan I designed. Still, the losses are within my calculations." Mikhail said cryptically.

The other line went silent for awhile before Mr. Richards cursed loudly.

"F*ck you Mr. Khaled!!" as he swore, the called was disconnected and the whole place of transaction exploded.

Mikhail thrashed his phone and threw it to the waste bin.

.....

Belle kept standing near the kitchen's door. She heard all the conversation between Mikhail and that man called Mr. Richards.

This man could not be so simple and clean. He still had had blood on his hands but no matter what, she will still believe in him as he did not show any cruelty towards her.

She composed herself before walking towards the man like nothing happened.

"Angry?" she asked.

"Nope. They're not worth it. Come on... Let's eat." Mikhail pulled a chair for Belle to sit before he pulled his chair beside hers.

"It's good... When did learn to cook?" she wanted to learn more about him and try to accept their current status.

"Me... When I was with Lyndon. He forced me to learn some cooking with him when we were still in college. He threatened me to report to the Interpol if I wouldn't follow him..." Mikhail said lightly and even laughed as he was remembering their days during college.

"Haha... That's cheeky of him..." Belle laughed along with him.

"Yeah... He's the one of the person whom I trusted with my life." he said solemnly. "Stop asking. Let's eat. We'll leave for country M tomorrow."

"Sure." Belle said unhesitatingly.