The Rejected Ex mate secret Identity

It was sunny when Frances got inside the room. As Benedict looked up from the window he saw a sunlit cloud drifting across the blue sky. The room was peaceful when he had just got out. He left Frances when his boss summoned her to make a deal. Benedict never expected she'd knock the hell out of him. He quickly slammed the door open after he heard a loud shattering of glass and found his boss laying down on the floor. He crouched down as he shouted,

“Hey! I need help here!”

Then two men in their black suits came to help him. They were both tall. One was dark, muscular with deep eyes. The other one was on average height and was asian-looking. Benedict lifted him up as the both of them supported him.

“Call our doctor,” he said as he handed the boss over to them. He immediately ran towards the open window and found Frances running for her way out.

“You stupid woman” he uttered and swore, then leaped out of the window. He dashed his way following her.

The woman has always been a pain in the ass for the organization. First, she blew one of their highest earning drug cartels, and now she is about to expose his boss's real identity. There is no way he'd let that happen.

As he ran towards the gate, he saw her disarm one of the bodyguards in a very offensive way. She bends his hand away from her, taking the colt m1911a1 out of his grasp and swept his legs and he fell down on his back. She clenched her hand into a tight ball and thrust it towards his throat and then to his chin making him unconscious...dead rather. The gun came up effortlessly, and Frances realized just how ready she was to fire it. She aimed the gun towards the guy who was about to take his gun out of his holster and she started shooting him and he laid down dead. Benedict wasn't surprised when she successfully took the gun from the guy considering she was a police woman. He expected that since the first time he had heard of her. There was always something with regards when facing an officer. Something that would take captive one's ego. But not Benedict, not even the slightest regret he endured as he faced her.

He put on a hold and paused his flight when she pointed the gun at him. He extended both his arms out with palms forward.

“You idiot!” she grumbled.

“If only I knew you were part of this organization, I should have killed you back in Carolina.”

Slowly, he shook his head and fixed a grin on his lips.

“You wouldn't do that Frances. You wouldn't do that to the man you love,” he uttered.

“I once loved, Benedict, once loved. Luckily, I found out your true identity, if it didn't happen I'll probably regret it because I know I was going to marry you!” she snarled. He took a step but paused immediately when she threatened to kill him mercilessly.

“This wouldn't happen if you just let me be someone you believe I am,”

“What for? for me to regret being with you for the rest of my life and keep having nightmares till I sleep?” she asked.

“Okay, you regret meeting me. How about meeting that teacher? Was he the most amazing person you met?” he asked as anger began to rise up inside him.

“I regret meeting the both of you, you scumbags! Especially that Roy Williams! That fake teacher! Fake decent person, I don't even know if his real name is Roy!” she answered, still pointing the gun at Benedict.

“At least you hate him more than me,” he said, still smiling.

“I equally disgrace the both of you, you liars!” she answered. This wouldn't have happened if she didn't investigate him. He once thought, was his love not enough for her to not doubt him? He loves her, and she knows it and she believes it. But he can't blame her. She's a cop doing her police job. But she can't blame Benedict as well. He was a criminal, doing criminal things.

“What are you gonna do?” Benedict asked

“Are you gonna kill me?”

She didn't answer. Despite the anger he sees in her eyes, he knows she is still in love with me.

“If that's the only way to avenge my father's death then I'll put a bullet inside your head and blow your organization–”

“Ah Frances! How many times have I told you, we were not responsible for your father's death, it was that cop,” he answered, scratching his head, pissed off by the fact that she still wouldn't believe him.

“Of course I know that. But how do I get rid of this anger when I wasn't the one who killed him!” she yelled.

“That's why I came to your life Frances. I wanted to get rid of that anger in your heart and replace it with love.”

“Stop fooling me Benedict!” Frances answered.

“Love, please,” begged, Benedict as he knelt down in front of her.

“Let's go back to the first time we meet and forget that this ever happened. I want you, love, and you know that. I want you to be the one that I first see whenever I open my eyes.”

She started smiling as she still wept. His words brought tears in her eyes, in her sparkling blue eyes. There was nothing she ever loved than being with him, feeling the warmth of his chest against her face, the euphoria brought by being with him. But it never took long. Behind the wrath he saw in her eyes before, Benedict still hopes she'll forgive him and come back to him.