“Hey”, Amina smiled widely at Freya who returned the smile.“What's that?”, Freya nodded at the baking pan in the girls hands.“Biscuits. I baked biscuits. Wanna try some?”, Amina replied, bouncing on the balls of her heels.Freya narrowed her eyes on her and grabbed one from the pan and tasting it.“This is good”, Freya moaned mid chew, nodding her head approvingly.“Used some diy recipe I copied off YouTube once”, Amina beamed, taking one for herself.“I like it. You know, it's good to have someone who doesn't hate me and I don't hate here”, Freya sat down.“Mmhmm, you make work a tad bit easy”, Amina sassed, earning an amused eyeroll from Freya.“Mr lover boy is not coming today”, Amina stated.“And who is Mr lover boy?”, Freya decided to play coy, knowing fully well that Amina was referring to Eben.The girl had been hounding her to spill some juicy details since the last time Eben paid a visit and she did not waste a second before telling her about Christian's threat.“Bennie boo
Lauryn sat before a huge table, marvelled at the plethora of food spread over the long twelve seater dining table. Zach and Pippa too. The children giggled as they looked around the huge table, having never sat at a table that big and seen food that much.It had been a whole day since they were rescued by whomever rescued them and Lauryn was yet to see any signs of danger. It had taken hours of the woman huddled up with her grandchildren before trying to fall asleep but when she did, her body gave into the need to sleep the adrenaline off. It was such a relief to wake up with her grandkids still in her arms.“You're not hungry?”, That deep voice that could only belong to Alan spoke up.He came into sight, in all his formal glory, sporting a black dress shirt that was neatly tucked into a black dress pants.The three of them stared at him, causing him to squirm a little at the attention of two children and their granny who looked like she couldn't trust him one bit….well.“Hi”, Zach pu
The American mafia house looked a little swarmed up, with some people getting busier than usual and running around. Christian stood at the head of everything, making sure that all was going according to his plans.One last stupid resort on his plan was to ship Freya to Japan but he was going to have to do it on a low key since he didn't have the backing of the Japanese mafia, they are a horrible bunch to deal with. Having gotten one more sister, he was going to make the most of it so when he held a very private three people auction and sold off to a Japanese godfather, his only demand was that he lend him his forces to fight off vendetta if need be.“Where the hell are dragging us off to?”, Freya struggled against Christian who held her by her arm and was pulling her down the stairs with him, while her sister was struggling against another man.“To a vacation. It's good for your skin”, he humored her.“Unhand me this instant”, she pulled again.“I'm sorry honey, but I cannot do that”,
The type of laughter that filled Alan's house had never been heard in that house before. A child's laughter, giggles and cheerful screams. Children's feet stomping around and chasing eaching other with whatever they felt like, harmless things of course.Lauryn felt lighter that even the children contacted the good vibes and were having a good day. Lauryn knew that her daughters were coming back and somehow trusted Alan to get the job done so when she woke up that morning she filled tupperwares with food, cleaned the whole house, cleaned the children up and put them in one of the best clothes that was bought with Alan's money.Pippa had run up to her grandmother who was in good spirits and whispered happily in her ear.“I can't wait to see my mummy and aunt Brie”, she beamed a beautiful toothless smile at the woman who smiled softly and brought her into a hug.“Oooo huggies”, Zach had screamed and ran into them, joining their hug when they welcomed him with good natured chuckles.The c
“Zach, come here little man, have a sit, tell me your problem”, Pippa tapped the spot beside her gesturing for her brother who was running around, his hands in he air as he occasionally danced and shook his little butt.“I don't have problems. You are the boring one”, Zach stuck his tongue out at her.“This boy….”, Pippa groaned, holding her forehead dramatically.“Mummy can we return him?”, She asked Freya who was sitting on a nearby couch with Bridget and Lauryn, discussing.“I'm afraid he's staying honey”, Freya replied amusedly, causing Zach to stick his tongue out at his sister again and Pippa groaning again.“Stop sticking your tongue at your sister bubu. Now be a good sport”“Yes mummy”, Zach beamed and sat with his sister who was invested in her Barbie dolls.“It's still feeling weird, you know”, Bridget said when the children went back to their activities.“I know. I've never been so far from home. I was going crazy about my kids and little ol’ Mrs O'Hagan here”, Freya said
"We found another rat. He has been stealing information and selling to a group of rogues. They call themselves the 'outlaws'", Eben reported to Christian as they both walked the Halls of the gigantic mansion of the American mafia castle. "Outlaws you say?", Christian stopped when they were both outside, waiting for a car to pull around. Eben noded his head. "Let's make an example out of them then", Christian jumped into the car along with even and the car pulled out of the long circular driveway. Christian Gerrard, a real devil that one. Contrary to his name, he makes hell look stupid and must have been a tyrannical maniac in his previous life, one could say that he is the main reason why the American mafia became the most feared mafia in the underworld since five years he became the Don. One would think he waited patiently for his old man to breathe his last before ascending the mafia throne and they would be right, except that his old man was not the previous Don of the American
Two grown adults, a man and a woman rounded each other in a steel cage, blood smeared across their faces as they growled at each other. The crowd outside erupted in cheers and screams at the thrill of someone killing someone.A fight to death. The worst type of test and the last one that is needed to be inducted into the Hell Hall fraternity. If you managed killed your opponent in the 'last supper' as named by the intending members of hell hall fraternity, you will gain the lowest rank in Hell Hall which to outsiders, was one of the highest ranks one could attain, that is after being trained for five years.The man sneered at the woman and and lunged at her but she skillfully doged him and landed a brass knuckle aided punch to his chest, making him groan and growl at her."That the best you have, big boy?", She taunted him."Small always wins against big but….", She started but stopped to dodge one of his hits."You will only agree in death", she tutted and landed a roundhouse kick, s
The city felt more full than usual but any observant person could tell that it is this time of the year, in any country that a city fills up to the brim. Vacationers, tourists, families, work and so on.Deck of card sees a city burst to the seams, with thousands of people coming from all over the world, some with their families. Now the government could complain about this annual meeting but the kind of revenue that deck of cards brings to a country, makes it a dream come true. Government officials call it Vendetta annual meeting but amongst the cult members, they know the real name.Sydney, Australia got lucky this time and within the last three weeks, the city hotels had been fully booked and the markets were selling like crazy.Inside one of these prestigious hotels, Wilbur's snore reverberated within the suite he got with Amina and Zayn, one would think there was a tired pig nearby."For a dangerous man he sure snores louder than a train horn can try, Jesus Christ", Amina grumble