Jennifer hopped off the car and ran inside the mansion while Frank climbed off casually.
"Boss," Mike called.
"Is she really your girlfriend now?" He inquired. Frank smirked.
"No," his answer was abrupt.
"But she sure doesn't seem like a prisoner to me anymore," Mike made sure he studied Frank's expression, however, it held nothing except the smirk his lips were curved into.
"Well, she is not an enemy anymore, she is my friend," chuckling, he replied and quickly walked away before he asked any more questions. He was not ready to be questioned on the matter by anyone. Not yet at least.
Shaking his head in amusement, Mike chuckled as he dr
"The new shipment will soon arrive. When should we transfer the goods to the shed, boss?"One of his men who had requested to meet them asked Frank. He and his father were in the meeting room. Todd too was with them. Over three weeks had passed since the day they were attacked outside the Central Hotel, yet still, his father had not left. He had told Frank that he didn't want to leave since they were being occasionally attacked. He had carefully kept little investigations unknown to his son and nephew. Since Mr Gotham didn't leave, Todd also wanted to stay back.Frank didn't like the presence of his cousin. Yet he didn't say anything against him since he knew that his father wouldn't approve of it."Tonight. I'll be there by midnight," Frank told him. His father no
"I'm ready to go," Jennifer announced as she applied the last bit of make-up on her face. She was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans and a black top with flared sleeves which Frank thought looked great on her. She hadn't put on much make-up, just a simple black eyeliner and some red lipstick that touched up her natural grace. Her hair was pulled up in a high ponytail, exposing her slender neck.They were now prepared to meet the new affiliates and Frank couldn't help but admire how much her confidence had grown over the past few weeks. He still remembered how timid she was during the first meeting, yet now her confidence had grown tenfold.He watched her as she smiled at him confidently. She was no longer anxious to meet his men. She knew exactly how to put them in their place and they too gave her the respect she deserved
Jennifer was close to tears as they rushed to their Doc's place. Though Frank winced in pain at first, he soon got used to it. It was as though nothing had happened to him. However, his bloody pants proved that nothing was normal.Surprised at his calm state, Jennifer gaped at him. Frowning, she searched his face."Doesn't it hurt?" She asked, making Frank chuckle in response. Smirking, he glanced at her. He saw how concerned and surprised she looked at the same time."It burns," he told her and his response only added to her unrest."Then how can you be so relaxed?" She expressed her confusion.Amused by her reaction, Frank snickered."This isn't that bad. The doc will remove the bullet and put in some stitches. If the wound doesn't get infected, it won't take that long to heal," he told her.Grimacing, she leaned back in the seat. Her eyes darted to his wo
"Are you sure you wouldn't need help, boss?" Mike asked for the third time as he helped Frank up the stairs so that he could rest in his room. Jennifer was silently following them. They had returned to their mansion after his wound was stitched."Yeah, I'm sure," he confirmed as he entered the room with Jennifer right behind him.Smirking, Mike glanced at Jennifer and then at Frank."Okay...if you say so, boss. Maybe your girlfriend will help you around," Mike's eyes twinkled mischievously as he teased him.Frank pursed his lips and rolled his eyes, however didn't say anything. Still smirking, Mike turned towards Jennifer and bowed his head a little."Ma'am," he paid his respects to her a
Frank studied her wilted face. She was suddenly too silent and he didn't like it. His eyes focused on her as she munched on her breakfast sandwich.Why did she ask him about his love life anyway? Maybe she wanted to connect with him a bit. Perhaps he also should try to make conversation.Clearing his throat, "so tell me about you," he said. Jennifer glanced at him with raised eyebrows."I mean… your love life if that is okay," he said."Oh," She let out a sad chuckle. "My love life? I guess I don't have one. It is a huge failure," she shrugged, trying her best to hide her pain. It was hard for her since her throat had tightened. Her nose twitched as tears were continuously threatening to fall out of her eyes. However, she knew she must remain strong.I can’t do this to myself.She thought.It is not his fault that I’m feeling like this. It is just my foolish heart.She inha
Days passed by and slowly, Frank's wound healed. By the time two weeks had passed, he started to attend his work once again and Jennifer was left alone during his work hours.Out of boredom, one day, she started to go through the drawers in his closet and came across an old picture album in which she found pictures of a little family. A young boy and his parents."I think this is Frank and this must be his mom," she mumbled, studying her features carefully. With dark hair tied up in a high bun and eyes like Frank, she was certain that she must be her. The man who stood next to her, holding the boy was definitely Mr Gotham.She traced the picture, smiling to herself."She looks glamorous," she whispered to herself.
"I want to go to the mall," Jennifer told Frank early the next morning."The mall? What for?" He asked, as he checked his reflection on the mirror. He was about to leave after lunch as usual. The new affiliates were going to make their first purchase from them hence Frank wanted to be there. He didn't find any connection with them and the attacks or with his rivals, hence they had strengthened the connection between themselves.Jennifer wanted to buy art supplies so that she could prepare her little surprise, but for that she needed to buy the materials she needed."It is a surprise," she grinned at him, making him turn around and look at her in amusement."Surprise, eh?" He smirked.
"Name…..my …. Wow! This….. this tastes amazing," grinning from ear to ear, she spoke through her hiccups. "I...I never thought I'd enjoy liquor so...so much," she giggled, and rested her head on her hand as she stared at Frank's father. "Hi, Mr Gotham. You look intimidating," she laughed. "Frank looks a lot like you Mr Gotham. But he had got his mother's eyes," she spoke. "Yeah, you are right," he agreed and sighed. The mention of his late wife reminded him of his love for her, yet he had to focus on what he had to do. "I want to know more about….." "Don't tell Frank," she whispered, leaning towards him. "I saw a picture album in his closet. His mom's pictures are there," she giggled, making him go speechless. She keeps interrupting him and talking about his late wife! Mr Gotham scowled. He has to get this woman to tell him what he wants to know. Knitting his eyebrows