Make You Mine(Redemption 2) - Episode 19

 

Cheryl:

 My head lifts from the nail paint I'm applying on my toenails as I hear the door open. A big grin spreads across my face as I spot Phillip looking yummy in his suit, his tie loose around his neck. I drop the nail polish and fly out off the couch.
"Bambi!" His lips curve into a grin when he sees me and I'm transported to Phillip heaven. I reach him and wrap myself around him . His chuckle vibrates against me before I pull away from him.
"Someone's happy to see me." He says as he places a quick kiss against my lips. Yum! This is what I've been enjoying for the past four weeks! I'm on sensory overload every single day.
"I missed you today." I pout playfully and he chuckles again.
"Come, I bought you something. Saw it on my way through town earlier today. It striked me as something you'll like so..." He looks a little shy as he talks and I'm intrigued.
"Let me see!"
"Wait, let's go to the couch first." He takes my hand and pulls me to the couch.
"I see you were busy before I came in. You need help with that?" He nods to the nail polish on the couch and I shrug.
"Let me see my present. I like gifts

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. I don't think you've gotten me anything before." I chew my lips thoughtfully.
"Yeah. Let's think of this as a practice gift then. You might hate it." He says and I frown again.
"Come on, show it to me. Where's it? Your bag? Pocket?"
"Calm down." He chuckles nervously at my excitement as he dips his hand into his jacket's pocket and brings his fist out to me.
"Okay, open up." I fold my legs up on the couch and point to his fist.
"Maybe this is a bad idea." He starts to pull his fist back but I catch his thick wrist.
"Don't you dare!" I turn his fist and pry it open.
"Oh my God." I gasp softly as I stare at the tiny ring on his palm.
"You hate it right? I.." he starts to close his fist but I grab his hand open and swipe the ring from his palm.
"It's... it's..."
"Tacky?" He winces and I roll my eyes at him.
"It's beautiful." I say truthfully. It's nothing extravagant but the delicate curves of the semi precious stones is stunning.
"Put it on me." I say softly. He takes the ring from my hand and slips it onto the middle finger of my left hand. I smile down at how well it fits but then something hits me and my head snaps up.
"What?"
"Is this a proposal?!"
"What?! No!" He sputters.
"No? Do you mean that like, I'm not fit to marry you or..." His finger presses against my lips, shutting me up. I pout at him.
"You're more than fit to marry anyone you want. You're amazing." He says but I feel like he's saying I'm fit to marry anyone but him.
"It's a couple's ring of some sort. See, I have mine." He pulls a similar ring from his pocket and shows it to me.
"I love the engraving on the ring so I bought it. See this." He shows me the inside of the ring at the writing inside. '*LOVE FAVOURS THE BRAVE*'
"Phil!" I throw my arms around him and sniff back the emotional tears.
"You're the most brave person I know. I love that about you." He says and I smile at his use of the word love. Both of us keep skating around the word. I don't want to be the first to say it but in times like this when he's being sweet, I want to just scream the words out!
"I don't want to see a drop of tears on you." He pulls away from me to brush my cheeks soothingly.
"It's happy tears."
"My work here is done then? Can we move on to the next course of dinner?" He says and I smile.
"Of course, I made muffins earlier. I'll just..."
"Don't be silly. I don't mean food. I want to binge on something so much more delicious." He pulls me down to assault my lips with kisses. I smile around his kisses as he pulls me flush against the couch.
"You're so naughty." I slap his shoulder lightly.
"I'm glad we cleared that up. Now put this on me. I want to get right on this delicious meal." He hands me the ring and I take it with shaky hands. It feels so much more intense than when I had to put the wedding ring on Damon on our wedding day.
"We don't have much time. The meal is getting cold." Phillip nudge me playfully and I giggle.
"Fine. Here goes." I lift his left hand up and push the ring unto his middle finger.
"Right. Now, back to that meal." He says and expertly maneuvers me on top of him on the couch.
"You may now feast." I don't wait for another invitation as I duck my head and take his lips in a fierce kiss. I can't say the words yet but I kiss him like I'm saying the words. I love you, Phillip. Love me too.

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Francisca:

"So what are you doing about the idiotic man trying to ruin our plans?" I grab my shirt off the floor and shrug it on before standing up to walk to the hotel's glass window.
"Cheryl isn't giving me any chance. I don't know if we should go on with this anymore. It's been years, Tasha." I throw him a dirty look at the name he just called me and he rolls his eyes.
"You know how much I want to forget that name. My past. Everything." I snap at him.
"Then come with me. Let's leave together. You're still living in your past. Your marriage to the old man. My marriage to his daughter. It's your past!"
"No! I'm not leaving without getting a pound of their flesh." I seethe. I grab the lighter from my pant pocket and light the cigarette lying on the small table. I take a hit of the nicotine and close my eyes to the heat in my lungs.
"We've done enough. Cheryl is the only one suffering from this revenge of yours." Damon argues and I hiss at him.
"She is not suffering anymore! Hell, she wants to get married again. We can't allow that."
"What can we do about it? She loathes me. Did I tell you that she slapped the crap out of me at last month's dinner?" I frown at this. Cheryl can be a bitch but she's always had a soft spot for Damon.
"It's taken too long. I can't wait anymore. We are going to take extreme measures from now on."
"We have been taking extreme measures for years. Doesn't that count?" Why is he annoying me on purpose today?
"I'll appreciate it if you don't argue with me today of all days! You know what today's is right? You can't have forgotten." Grief covers my voice and Damon's face softens. I turn my teary eyes from him as he comes off the bed to wrap his arms around me from behind.
"I can't forget, baby." He places a kiss on my shoulder and I sag against him.
"He needs to pay. And his daughter is the only way to get to him." I say.
"You're right. What do you have in mind?" Damon asks and I smile inwardly. He'll always do what I want. I pull away from him and grab the envelope I dropped on the table earlier.
"I've been watching them for a month now. I know when that fiance of hers goes and comes back from work." I hand him the envelope. Inside are a lot of pictures of Cheryl and Phillip.
"She looks happy." Damon frowns at the picture and I nod.
"She doesn't deserve that now. Does she? She's the one blocking us from being together. You finish this job and we leave the country with all their money."I shake the ashes off the butt of the cigarette before putting it back to my lips.
"What do we have to do?" He asks and I smirk.
"Arrange for some of your men to grab him. We use him as leverage.

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. Cheryl wouldn't want us to blow his brains out right? Cheryl signs her inheritance away and we tell her we'll release the idiot." I say.
"But we won't, would we?" He knows me too well.
"Of course we would. We have to release his dead body after all. He deserves a burial at least." I say and burst out into hysterical laughter. Damon chuckle quietly.
"When?" One word which will decide a man's life.
"Next weekend. Let's give them time to get happy. That'll hurt​ more don't you think?" I ask him.
"You're the boss. You have to promise me though. We leave as soon as we get the signature?"
"Of course. We have to deal the last hand by killing off the old man permanently. Poison wouldn't arouse much suspicion. After that, all the money goes to me, his grieving wife."