Leah met Tristan half way to his car. "Boss.* She called, her eyes roaming over his chest. Evey since that little romance from him, she has not stop thinking about going to bed with him. "Who are those?" She asked, gesturing towards Layla and Gianna."People I need informations from. You gat a problem with that?" Tristan asked."No but I don't understand why you seem so interested in this. Why not just do the job so we cab return to Italy?""No. To me, a fast death is a merciful death. I don't intend to give Jasper Milton that, after what he did to my father. I will kill him slowly, destroy everything he has worked hard for. That's why I need all the informations I can get." "Hmm. I see. I will be here to help out with anything." Leah replied with a smile. She stared lustfully at Tristan's face, her thoughts wild."How's Nelson Finley?" Tristan asked, snapping her out of her thoughts."He left this morning. I did as you instructed. What? Aren't you gonna applaud me? I didn't even fin
"That's why he's been keeping us right? Saving us for information. I wonder why he's getting involved. Do you think that's why he drew close to Samantha as well?" Layla asked.Samantha shrugged. "I guess. There is more to it, right? I suspected." Layla looked up and saw two guys walking towards them with two shopping bags each dangling from their hand. "Gianna? Look at that."Gianna looked and saw them too. "Do you think they are coming for us?""Well yeah. Looks like it.* The boys got to them, stood in front of them."Good day ladies. We are from boss Tristan with the things you will be needing." One of them said.Layla and Gianna stared at each other and back at them. "Okay." The both responded.**(Back at the mansion, Harley's house)"I can't believe what you are telling me son. How could you say that about Layla? What could she possibly know?""She knows a lot father! Why won't you believe me? I strongly believe that she knows a lot. Everything that has been happening. That old
Samantha looked at her brother and moved back. "I'm going out. I don't think I can continue staying here with you guys. Dad, don't make me regret choosing you over my mom. Don't just make me." Samantha said, turned and left the house.Harley waved her off. "Don't worry about her. She's just a kid.""Who the hell is putting ideas into her head? Sammy was never like that. She has always been all about work. Herself." Nelson said suspiciously."Do you know if she's seeing someone?" Jasper asked.Father and son shook their heads. "She doesn't have boyfriend. None that i know of." Nelson replied and stopped to think for a while. "Except for Tristan Delaware. Her shooting partner." Nelson added.Jasper looked on suspiciously. "Did you have him investigated first?"Nelson nodded, pacing. "Yes I did. Infact, I had him followed. You think he has anything to do with Samantha's sudden inquisitiveness?"Jasper nodded. "She wasn't that way before, right? Someone is giving her hdeas." He said again
Layla waited outside after dressing up. She sat on the wooden chair, looking around. Now that she was out of the mansion and had stopped working there, she was tempted to do what she had always wanted to do. To look for her son. Sue needed to see him, to ask for his forgiveness. To know he was still alive.But where would she start from? To her, it was an impossible task. It's been more than twenty six years already. Layla sighed and touched her face only to realize she has been crying. Cry of guilt and shame. To her, her life had no meaning. It was worthless and unfulfilled."I'm done." Gianna mumbled from behind, interupting Layla's thoughts.Layla turned back to her eyes widened when she saw Gianna. She couldn't believe she was staring at her, couldn't believe how much she transformed."Gianna? Oh my God!" Layla no whispered as she slowly got up on her feet.Her hair was long, dark and curly with the prettiest face ever. The lemon flair gown she wore made her look like a princes
"I ask again. What are you doing here?" Leah asked."Why not go ask your proud boss why he brought us here?" Gianna replied.Leah scoffed and looked at her. "What did you just say to me?""Firstly, you came in here without knocking and you didn't even show any sign of respect. Who do you think you are?" Layla asked, really pissed off at Leah's display of disrespect.Leah scoffed and looked at the older woman. "Aren't you ashamed? Trying to command respect from me? Who the hell are you? You are just no body to tell me to respect you."You don't even have a home or a family to call your own. I'm with my family. Go find yours!" Leah yelled at them.Gianna was going to say something when Matteo rushed in and took jeah by the hand, trying to drag her out."Let me go!" "Come with me!" Matteo svspped and pulled her out of the house.Gianna rolled her eyes and sat down while Leah sighed."I guess this is the punishment I'm getting from my mistakes; getting insulted by young people." Layla si
Tristan stared at Gianna amusingly. He liked her courage, the way she spoke out fearlessly. "They do other stuffs. Other stuffs you can't imagine." Tristan whispered the last words in a freaking kind of way and it got Gianna a little bit as she moved back slightly."Other stuffs I can't imagine? Who are you?" Gianna asked."You shall be finding out soon." Tristan said and diverted his attention to Layla."Tonight. By 8. We have a meeting. The guards shall bring you to where it's gonna hold. I hate late coming. Including you." He added, turning to face Gianna."Yes boss. Can we leave now?" Gianna asked, already backing toward the door."You can." Tristan mumbled a reply and watched them leave. He walked over to the telephone, dialled a line."Come to my office. Immediately." He ordered coldly and dropped the telephone almost with a bang. He stood in front of the mirror, suddenly looking so mad.Few minutes later, the door opened and Leah walked in ."Hello boss...."Tristan cut her sh
Ashley was in her little garden, clearing out weed when her cellphone rang. She removed her gloves and picked up the call. It was Quentin's friend, telling her Quentin was in town with his second family."Oh I see. Thank you for the information. No I don't intend to do anything. I will be fine. Thanks." Ashley sighed and cut the call.She stood, staring into space. Tears rushed down her face the best meeting as she couldn't understand why her own husband left her for his second family just after their second daughter had died.She wept bitterly as she sat on the ground and dialled Gianna's line. It was time for her to come back home. No matter what, she needed to know her father was in Washington DC.**"You guys noticed something in there, right? Dad looks furious." Max said, talking to his sisters outside the house.Karen nodded. "Yeah. I noticed it but what could be wrong?""They are probably arguing over something we shouldn't concern ourselves with." Taylor, the youngest but sma
To say Tristan was shocked would be an understatement. He was awestruck. He turned back to look at Gianna, amazed. "You just hut my cute face."Gianna stepped back a bit, realising her mistake. "You crossed the line first. You were trying to undress me." Tristan suddenly grabbed her hands, twirled her around so her back was against his chest."Let go of me!" Gianna panted, trying to break free."Stay still and listen to what I'm about to tell you." Tristan said from behind, into her ear. Guabbs closed her eyes, willing herself to calm down. "I'm your new boss and you should show me done respect." Tristan whispered into her ear before pushing her forward.Gisbbs lurched forward and turned around to look at him. "Did you bring us here to treat us like an animal?" Gianna asked with slight tears in her eyes.Tristan smiled evilly. "I've not started yet my dear. I will spare you for touching me because of one thing, pretty one. You can leave now." Gianna looked at Tristan, shook her he