"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
"A mole from inside would obviously be the only option." Dom said."Whoever it was, he has been gone since a couple of days ago." Pops stated.Fabiola and Dom both turn to look at Pops."One guard is missing. The others tell me that he's missed two shifts." Pops said."I'll find him right away." Fabiola opted."No Fabiola, you stay here. Dom," Pops turned to Dominique who quickly nodded. He knew what to do even without having been told a word."I want the other hostages dead before morning!" Grandmaster ordered and left.Dom looked at Fabiola…"Hell nah, I'm not doing shit!" She shook her head, raising her hands up in motional protest."Well, you are incharge here, so…?" Dom tilted his head sideways, taunting her."I need action, the guy is harmless, I don't kill harmless people, that's cowardice!" She insisted."Say that to your father." Dom chuckled and turned to leave.She jogged behind him, "he is my father as much as he is your…stupid french guy!" She raised herself on her toes in
"You made me take away his life for absolutely no reason, I swear by my blade that the day you by chance, think of trying anything stupid with me or try to play over my intelligence, I'll decapitate your pretty Sophie and her baby slowly…. really slowly, taking my precious time while you watch!" She threatened on tiptoe through gritted teeth, sending shivers through Emma's body.He tried moving his body but his feet decided to betray him and freeze. He swallowed a huge sum of saliva and could only concur by nodding."I wasn't planning on doing so." He managed to say, even though his voice came off hoarse and shallow."Good !" She took a step back. "I was thinking of creating a scene for you, but clearly, you cannot be here again and you cannot go back to your boss." She took a deep breath and supported her hand on her waist.She took out a burner phone from her Jacket and gave it to him."I clearly cannot come down here, but I think that would help you, just be ready." She stated and
"Hmm, are you really going to push through with it?" Gerald Frost asked Emille.They were seated in one of Frost's Penthouses."Yes, I will. Do you have a problem with that?" Emille asked.They both had each in their hands, a glass of red wine."Just surprised that you'll go this far for a woman. I am honestly impressed knowing that someone touched my stone cold brother's heart." Frost chuckled."Hmm." Emille leaned back in silence. Sometimes, it was difficult tolerating Gerald's lousiness, but he needed the fool most of the time and had to put up with him."Come on, be lively. You don't want to tell me why this girl is so peculiar, you don't want to tell me why you want to kidnap her boyfriend, then at least let us have fun." Gerald raised his glass for a toast.Emille ignored him, he was deep in his thoughts."The world is coming to an end!!" Gerald snapped his fingers in front of Emille, calling his attention."Why do you look so worked up?" Gerald Frost asked."I am going to take
"Get juicy…" "Would you just shut the fuck off!" Dom snapped, cutting him off. "How does she even put up with you?" "She doesn't." Brant replied. 'She beats me to shut up.' he said to himself."Hello gentlemen, I see that you two are getting along pretty well, but I'll have to interrupt your moment of bonding." Emille's voice echoed in the room. He did not bother speaking with auto tunes this time.Brantley furrowed his brows, not because of what the voice said, but because the voice sounded familiar. "Who the hell are you and do you know who I am?" Brant scolded in the air, he needed to hear the person speak one more time, only then can he be certain.Emille chuckled, "I know who you are of course, and you obviously are here because of who you are." Brant confirmed his suspicion, it was the guy who claimed to be the manager at the so Club.The lights were turned on.Brantley immediately turned to look at the other guy who was with him."Holy shit!" Brant held his hand over his mo
Mila spent the rest of the day locked up in her room. She turned off her phone.No matter how much Grandmaster preaches against emotions, losing Dom was on another level of pain.To make matters worse, she did not even get the chance to see him, and she might not still get the chance to bid him his last farewell.She did not care about what would happen to her, afterall, she had already pissed Grandmaster to stupor earlier. She could not take back her words, but they weren't false either.*Knock, knock, knock.* "Open the door, Fabiola!" It was Pops knocking. This was probably like the fourth time that he'd come to her room.She was sitting upright on her bed, with her legs on the cold floor. Water dripped down from her hair, wetting her face and shoulders. She'd showered and not bothered to dry her hair. She needed the cold water on her body.She had been sitting in that same position for close to half an hour, reminiscing about her time with Dom. He was the one to punish her by The