"The moment you decided to lay your hands on him, that was when you pissed me off. Just so you know, I don't forgive easily!" 'One minute, you hate me. Next, you fight for me. Just how does your brain operate?' Brant pondered.Linda, for the first time, got to see the beast in Mila unleash."She is scary!" Linda whispered behind Brant."This is just the tip of the iceberg." Brant whispered back. He'd seen Mila handle a gun perfectly, he'd seen her in action…including when she first whooped his ass at the hotel…his balls, to be precise.Mila took a deep breath, mentally scolded herself for indulging in Brantley's stupidity, but she was already deep down that she could not back out again.The guards said something to her, but she ignored them. With her eyes closed, she concentrated on the sound of the wind.She was injured, dehydrated and partially malnourished. There were four hefty well-trained security men against her alone. She needed to win and fast. One strike from either of these
"And who are you to her?" Emille asked."Nothing you should be concerned about." Mila replied quickly."Her boyfriend!" Brant added simultaneously.A deep frown lined Mila's temple, she slowly turned her face and glared daggers at Brant.Brant ignored her pissed off glare.Emille raised his brows questioningly.Linda bit her tongue, suppressing her words. They all could feel the tension brewing between the estranged couple.Somehow, the crowd had dispersed.Randolph had arrived, Linda's driver and a bodyguard too were around.It was a showdown of personal security, but for Mila who was her own security."Hmmm," Emille cleared his throat, drawing the couple's attention."I think I have an idea where the commotion started from, so I guess I'll just leave you guys alone." He took a sharp 360 degree turn, heading back to the club."Well I guess I should get on with my job." Mila passively provocatively said, intentionally riling Brant up."Damn! She's stubborn!" Linda whispered almost ina
"I asked, why now? First of all, you sent your men after me from nowhere, then they tried to kill me, shortly after, you are here telling bullshit!" He smiled mechanically, "One day, you'll understand." He stood up and left."weird." she scuffed.She took some time to ponder about everything that Emille said. Deep down, she knew that she was not even supposed to be thinking about him in the first place, but she just could not help it. He did not sound evil at all…perhaps she was already used to so much evil so much so that everything around her appeared either too evil or too calm.“Why am I not scared of him?” she asked herself.“Scared of who?” Brantley's voice brought her back to reality.“Jeez! You startled me. What the hell are you doing here?” “Coming to fetch you.” he replied plainly, drawing the seat beside her. She sighed. “What do I have to do to get rid of you?” she asked with an exasperated sigh.“Start by telling me why the hell you broke up with me in the first place?
"So what now?" Linda asked Brant as Mila sped off."I don't know." He rested his hand on his waist in frustration."You need to find a way to suppress your feelings for her…" "Don't you think I've tried? Or maybe I don't want to." Brant yelled, pinching his temple as a mild headache threatened."I wasn't done talking!" Linda yelled back. "Control your feelings until we get to the bottom of this!" Linda stated. She clearly understood him, but he was a piece of work to deal with."I'm trying." He replied calmly."Well then, try harder, because technically we have wasted the day on unnecessary drama that could have been avoided…even though it was entertaining." Linda said, saying the later part in an almost inaudible tone."Were you expecting me to just let her go dance naked in a club?" Brant asked. A deep frown crowded his forehead."Are you listening to yourself right now? You have known her for months now, you had a hunch…or knew about her working here for some time now, so why the
"Were you also to bring Grandmaster in?" She folded her arms around her chest."I was just supposed to be the manager's driver. I wasn't given any orders that night." Monty replied.Fabiola furrowed her brows, 'the manager?' She asked herself."Who is the manager?" She asked."Mr Emille Frost." Monty wasn't holding back any information.He thought no one would find out about Sophie. He thought she'd be safe. But if Fabiola knew about her, then her life was on the line. The last thing he wanted to do was to piss Fabiola off, lest she takes it out on Sophie."Emille Frost?" Mila asked again, just to make sure she heard him right."Yes." Monty nodded.Her mind sped kilometers away, but she chose to brush the thought out of her head, there exists many families bearing the name Frost just as there's Murphy, or even Rivers."Ok, back to my original question, how long have you been working for The Glacier Cartel?""For close to ten years, I started as a bartender." "Ten years? Wow, that's l
"Where have you been?" Grandmaster's voice startled Fabiola who sat by the kitchen counter eating snacks.She pretentiously jerked up and turned to face him."Jeez Pops, you startled me!" She placed her hand on her chest."I have been waiting for you for hours." She added."I went to handle some business." Pops took a seat beside her."You want some apples?" She pulled the fruit basket in front of Pops."I'll go with grapes." He stretched his hand to grab a grape."Fabiola held his hand, stopping his action, "you should avoid grapes, they have the tendency to cause a lot of health complications in elderly people…including myocardial infarction." "Since when did you become a doctor?" Pops asked."Today. And I am your personal doctor. I'll peel you some apples." "Hmm." Pops leaned back."So what is the pressing matter?" She asked as she peeled the apples and offered slice after slice to him."Hmm, you have been away for some time." He started.She knew that what was coming next would
Dinner that night consisted of just She, Dom and Pops. Carl said he had a business dinner to attend and he would be staying over at his place. He had a flight to catch early the next morning.Just as Pops had said, Fabiola was obliged to begin training that night, immediately after dinner with Dom.Miraculously, the little drama in front of Les Carnivores had not yet gotten to Grandmaster's ears, or perhaps he chose to ignore it.Dom went easy on her given the fact that she was still healing both physically and mentally.She spun continuously in bed in distress, unable to close her eyes. She'd made a promise to visit Mr Walborn the next day, it was already a few minutes to the beginning of a new day and she had no idea how she was going to get out.If Grandmaster said that she had to be with him at all times, hell, he'll make of that…against her wishes."Fuck this life!" She cursed out loud, punched her innocent pillow repeatedly, hoping that the poor thing would magically grant her w
Six days past, Grandmaster had been leaving on the edge, always looking over his shoulder like he'd never done before. His behaviour got everyone worried, but nobody voiced it out. Brant, on the other hand, had been restless. Despite Linda urging him every now and then to concentrate on vindicating his father and freeing Mila, he just could not do that. He'd loiter around her house every evening, hoping to catch a glimpse of her, to no avail. Her Subaru was parked outside at the same spot for all this while. He left her a bunch of messages and missed calls. She'd replied to just one of them, telling him to lay off. He regretted having employed Nancy again, 'maybe I should have just made her personal assistant or something.' he'd say. But it was too late__the deed had been done."What is the emergency that you would not say over the phone?" The Grandmaster asked the guard standing before him.He was at an underground high profile get together when Dom received