8

MRS. Petersons still held Amelia in a hug, pacifying her as her whimpering dwindled, becoming less tense, her breathing less rapid.

"Okay now, I think I will leave you to be alone", Mrs Petersons said and released her grip on her.

Amelia nodded slowly.

"Thank you mummy", she said, her voice so low.

"Come on, give me a smile, I need to see smiles in this beautiful face of yours honey", she said and Amelia forced a smile.

Mrs Petersons chuckled.

"Good, so cry no more okay?"

Amelia nodded.

"Have you had dinner?"

"Yes mom", she replied.

"Oh okay, won't you take something light then?"

She shook her head in negation.

"Oh no mummy, just had some fruits. I'm okay. I will just lie down", she said and adjusted on the bed.

"Alright, lie down and wait for him. I believe by the time I must have talked some sense into him, he won't gonna hurt you anymore", she assured her.

Amelia smiled, this time, a wry smile. She only hopes he won't anymore.

"Okay mom, thank you", and she laid down on the bed.

Mrs. Petersons smiled and got up.

"You are welcome dear", she looked around the room.

"I will get a maid to get these things away from here", she said referring to the tray of fruits and knife.

Amelia nodded, now tucking herself into the duvet.

"No problem mom, thank you".

"Take care, and don't ever cry again", she said and caressed her cheeks, then walked out of the room.

Along the hallway, she pondered. Like seriously, why was Jeremy behaving like this? Does he really wanna ruin their plans for him? Why couldn't he just love Amelia? 

Gosh! She just couldn't wait for him to get back, so he could talk sense into him before he ruins them.

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🏪 Finland Bistro 🏪

The black coloured Jeep screeched to a halt few metres away from the bistro, her destination. The front door opened and Greg alighted, then opened the back door. 

Jasira jumped down and looked around the environs, yeah, it was definitely a bistro. She could hear the jazz music coming from the sound system and tannoy, the posh and luxurious cars driving in and out, the whores hissing and catcalling at men.

Everywhere was already getting dark, it was the lights coming from the bistro and other shops around, the streetlights and flashes of lights from vehicles that lit up the day.

"My bag," she said and Greg went for it immediately. 

He took it out from the car seat and handed it to her. She received it and strapped it on her back, then she turned to the boys, Kylo had already left the car and joined them.

"You guys wait here for me, let me go in alone", she said.

Huh? They lightly gasped and glanced at themselves.

"Um boss, sorry we don't mean to question you, but his Lordship has said one of us must come with you", Greg said and Kylo nodded in agreement.

A slight smile appeared on her face, then slowly it turned into a smirk.

"I'm not a baby, he has said that because he thinks I am. Don't worry boys, nothing is fucking gonna happen", she assured.

They shrugged, even though they were still scared, they still let her be. She was a boss of her own self right? She has always been.

Lord Lucario was only scared anything might happen to his most precious daughter, nothing more. But anyways, she has insisted to be left alone and all hail, it has been granted, without haste.

"Alright boss, good luck", he said.

"Good luck boss J", Kylo chipped in.

She turned away from them and back to the bistro, exhaling so deeply, she headed out.

With her eyes surveying the environment, she walked briskly towards the bistro. Not her first time on this kind of job, she had already suspected the baron, Mr Damian to pull some stunts, hence her surveying.

At the instant she walked passed a whore, a guy brushed passed her, her nose crumpled. She felt it, he was one of them, one of his boys.

She turned to look at him as he turned back as well, their eyes met, and the guy smirked, revealing a set of yellow coloured teeth.

Ew, she pulled up a disgust face and looked away, walking further into the bistro. 

Just by the right at the entrance, she saw two more of them, sitted round a table and smoking. They weren't looking directly at her but Jasira could not be easily deceived, she saw them watching her through the corner of their eyes.

She shrugged it off and got to the entrance, the doors were as usual, open. As soon as she went in, she accidentally stepped on the lace of her left shoe and it loosed.

"Ahhh!" She winced and bent down to tie it up properly, ignoring the fact that she was on the entrance.

After tying, she stood up and in a flash, had an head-on-collision with someone who was staggering his way out.

Gosh! What was that? She looked up and jeez, she freezed. For the first time since she was born, she was seeing an angel in human form. A man, so beautiful with exquisite facial features, beautiful eyes, skin as fair as a woman's, long lashes, straight nose, thin pink lips. 

Holy moly! Her mouth fell into an ‘o’ as she stared at the man before her, in utter dumbstruck.