CHAPTER 6: What is your business with Olivia?

CHAPTER 6: What is your business with Olivia?

“Is it possible that you are confusing the location of the chip?” Nico dared to ask the fuming Nero.

Nero glowered at his second in command, who hardly ever questioned or doubted him, even once.

“I swear to God, I will put a bullet between your eyes if you ask that question again,Nico. What do you think I am? A child?” he barked furiously and ran a hand through his lustrous inky locks in frustration.

Nero was mad with rage. He had successfully secured his important chip only to lose it to a common whore. Damn it! He had let his guard down only once with his service girl, and this had happened.

This was all Marena's fault.

His teeth clenched, and a muscle ticked in his jaw as he thought of the pain he was going to inflict on her.

But the greater pain–he was saving for that escort girl. He felt so affronted that a mere whore had deceived him, and stolen from him.

As the car got closer to the cafe where he had initially met the girl, Nico still could not reconcile what was going on. The girl had not looked like a wild girl, but she had slept with Nero the first time they met.

She in no way looked like a thief—but the coveted chip was missing after she left. He had checked the CCTV cameras, and no other person had access to the penthouse aside her, and she was indeed seen wearing Nero's jacket which he said he had dropped the chip in.

As he looked at the face of his boss through the rearview mirror, he knew that a violent storm of terror and destruction was brewing. The dark shades that rested on his aristocratic nose shielded his striking ambers, but Nico knew that they were viciously trained on him.

“We’re here,” the driver announced.

Nico caught Nero's dark gaze in the mirror before they both stepped out of the car, and walked towards the small cafe.

He pushed in the door, and they both walked in, to the smell of coffee, pastries and desserts. There were customers in the cafe, and they whispered amongst themselves about the two men who just entered.

Nero paid no mind to the attention they were generating as his sharp eyes scanned around for the pale skin, and green eyes he remembered vividly.

“What can I get for you, sirs?”a young woman asked as she approached them, a writing pad and pen in hand.

“We're looking for one of your servers,” Nico replied to the girl who was throwing flirty glances and gestures at Nero who was behind him.

Bad timing girl.

It would keep your head on your shoulders if you stopped right now, Nico thought.

The girl frowned slightly. Confused on who he was talking about–but she was also annoyed that they did not notice her, but were searching for someone else.

“Which one of our servers,sir? What is the name of the person?”

Nico realised that he didn’t even get her name. He never saw the need for it.

“I don't know her name. But she attended to me yesterday, and also this morning.”

The girl had a more confused expression on her face. She had no idea which of the few servers in the cafe they were talking about. She had only started working at the cafe earlier today, because they were suddenly short staffed.

“I don't–”

“Average height, probably 5ft 3, dark long wavy hair, pale skin, and jade green eyes,”Nero interrupted her in a dark voice,sharp with impatience.

The girl felt a jolt of fear run through her at the danger that emanated from the adonis looking man that she had been trying to attract, and she shrunk into herself and recoiled visibly.

“I don't know. I just started working here today,” she answered in a low voice.

Nero almost snapped in anger. “And you were wasting our time all along?” He gritted in a low icy tone.

The girl was terrified. “You can ask my boss, the owner. I'll go get her,” she replied and immediately sped off.

Nico, who had calmly been watching the exchange, turned to Nero.

“Calm down,boss. We will recover the chip.”

“Oh I sure will,Nico. But I am going to teach that girl a lesson,” He promised darkly.

An older woman approached them with a guarded, and unfriendly expression.

“How may I help you?” she asked, eyeing them suspiciously. She was already wary of the talk imposing men that her staff had informed her were asking for someone.

She never had any customers that looked like them in her cafe before. But she could tell they meant trouble.

They looked like sinners too.

“We are looking for one of your staff that has something that belongs to me,” Nero replied to the unfriendly woman before him.

Her staff had already told her the description that they had given of who they were looking for, and she knew it was Olivia. Her daughter.

She had awoken this morning to find that Olivia's belongings were gone, but when she arrived at her cafe, she had been informed by someone who saw them, that she had run away with that useless boy, Connor.

She was so angry, and regretted ever deciding to have Olivia. Now these dangerous and sinful looking men were looking for her.

“Why are you looking for that child of sin?” she barked at the young men.

Nico was momentarily confused at the animosity, and bitterness in her tone, but kept a neutral face nonetheless.

Nero smirked darkly at the hostile woman. Apart from his ruthlessness, intelligence, talent and skill, sharp business skills and other impressive skills, he had an uncanny ability to read people—most people though, like the woman before him.

“You know who I am talking about,” He observed as he approached the woman who stood her ground—her eyes flashing with acrimony and judgement.

“I don't know what business you have with Olivia, but you have to take it elsewhere. Better yet follow her and her boyfriend to wherever they ran away to. This is my place of business. It's not for social calls”

Olivia. So that was her name,Nero thought. Wait a minute, did she say she ran away with her boyfriend?

“Listen lady, I'm going to advise you to start talking. This Olivia, is your daughter right? Where is she?”he asked darkly.

The older woman felt her back break out in cold sweat as a result of fear. The young man was very intimidating and reeked of danger.

Just how was that girl connected with him?

“What is your business with Olivia?” She challenged him.

The young boss chuckled darkly as he stopped a few feet away from the woman. He had already deduced that she was one of those zealot religious fanatics. He slightly bent his tall frame to peer into her harsh judgemental eyes.

“Well, let's just say that I just fucked her senseless earlier, and the proof of her chastity is still currently stained into my sheets right now,” he replied casually with a careless shrug, and a mad glint in his eyes.

The woman's face doubled in size, and grew red with incredulity and fury, even her eyes almost bulged out of their sockets. She was shocked by his crude words, his shamelessness and impudence.

“You sinner! How dare you!”she shrieked with hands balled tightly beside her.

Nico shook his head at Nero’s shamelessness, crudity, and unending depravity. He was intentionally riling up the woman by recounting his obscene and immoral encounter with her daughter.

It was drawing quite the attention,the entire cafe was quiet now, and all attention was on them.

“Sir, I have some information for you.”

Nico and Nero turned around to face a young girl who was dressed in the server's uniform.

“Speak,” Nero replied, and shoved his hands in his pockets.

“I know where you can find Olivia.”