A deep sensation felt.

AT CHAD'S LEISURE HOUSE...

Chloe screamed. Chad rushed to her. 

The terrified Chloe stood frozen. Light and graceful, she was tall with Chestnut skin and long black hair that swirled behind her. Her face was mistakably Russian___  overly beautiful, and possessing full, earthy features that even at twenty yards seemed to exude a raw sensuality. She was pointing at something. It was a miserable sight of blood, in her own opinion. What is it? " Chad asked at once. 

She continued pointing.

Chad's eyes followed her finger. He rolled his eyes and took out his Kleenex and wipped the imagined blood. " It is fine angel. That was just... that was ketchup. "

" This was obviously not ketchup. It was blood. What kind of a place is this? "  " Listen to me Chloe, it is not what you think it is and please forget about it. "

" Where is my room? " she asked.

" It is your house for now, chose any room you like. "

 Chloe scampered off.

What's wrong with her? Chad thought. I actually brought her to my leisure house and not some bloody place. This is the house I stay in every weekend and for God sake, I've never brought anyone here. So why does she feel like I do the s*** here? That was ketchup and not blood.

It was weekend and that meant, he was going to spend the weekend in the house. It was a twelve story building and they were practically at the twelfth building. He had his special elevator, his special staircase and his special courtyard. It was his house after all but he let tenants in. He had soldiers at every flat's staircase. Before one could get to him, he or she must have a fixed appointment. But that was in the White House only. He didn't randomly see anybody at any place. It was his associates and members at White House.

He was damn secured and infiltrating his security was a no option for enemies.

Chloe was taking a walk around the house. She went in and out of rooms. She had eventually reached the end of the corridor and the last room certainly. The door to the room looked special and technical. It needed his password before one could enter but luckily for her the door was opened. She opened the door slowly, kind of wondering what was inside the room. She walked into the room quietly. The room was big, in fact the white massive dazzling bed caught her attention. There was a staircase leading to the bed. Four steps and then the bed. The room was very different from the others. There was monitors and headsets, there was a tray of used cigarettes, there was a guitar, a piano and a television set. She fell in love with the room at once. She suddenly wanted to stay in it. She climbed the staircase and walked to the bed. She sat on it and felt it with her hand. So soft and so warm. She laid on it. Suddenly, the door to the room's bathroom opened, and Chad came out of the bathroom. He had a towel tied around his waist and he was cleaning his hair with a towel.

" Oh my God, " Chloe shouted as she closed her eyes. She sat up. " You are almost naked. What are you doing here? I thought you would have left by now. "

She didn't hear him respond. She slowly opened her eyes. He was standing in front of her, no gap.

" Am I almost naked? " he asked. " Can you not see, I have a towel on? " 

"I see nothing. Just leave____ "

" I should leave my own room? " Chad was looking at her. He almost laughed.

" But I thought you said, this was my house. I thought you would leave, " Chloe said, trying so hard to look away but she couldn't resist staring at the fine shaped man in front of her. His muscles and six packs were so lovely and enticing. He looked physically fitted and muscular fitted too.

" I know I told you, I would take you to a house and I said I would be visiting but sincerely, this is my house and I stay here during the weekend. This is my leisure home, no business, just resting. This is the beginning of the weekend, two more days and I am off. Besides, you need someone to talk to, right? "

" Yeah, " she said softly. " But, that is not you. "

" Do you have a problem with me? Chad asked gently. 

" Yes, not just you, all men, " she said, tensely.

" Do you mind telling me why? " Chad asked blissfully.

" Of course I do. Why should I tell you? "

" Because, I care to know, " Chad said.

Chloe looked at him desperately. " You are damn lucky that I really need a listening ear, so in that case fine, I will tell you. At sixteen, I had my first boyfriend and he disappointed me. At seventeen I dated a thirty five year old basketball player and he slept with my other girlfriends. At eighteen, trying to be like my girlfriends, I let myself get disvirgined by a guy who I met at the club and the next day he pretended not to know me. At nineteen, dad warned me not to involve in any relationship, but I wouldn't hear of it. I stupidly fell in love with a celebrity who turned out to have three good wives bouncing with kids. At twenty, I realized that relationship doesn't work for me, so I quitted and I hated guys from then onwards except for my father, " she said scarcely.

Chad was looking at her.

She was looking at something else which caught her attention. " Nice packs... you have got nice packs. "

" Do you want to touch? " Chad asked.

She looked at him meanly and shyly.

" No... don't get me wrong, I didn't mean it. "

She chimed it. " If you will let me. "

He took her hands and placed it on his chest. " You can touch me anywhere you like. "

" Really? " she asked shyly as she moved her hands down.

Chad nodded. " Of course. "

They felt a deep sensation between each other.

Chloe stood. " You have got manly charms. "

" I never knew, " he bent his head low and placed a tender kiss on her lips.

Chloe smiled. " I have to go. And don't mind what I said to you about my relationship with guys. And don't get the wrong impression, the truth is that I do not still like where I am and we are not relating well. I am just trying to fit in. "

" You are just trying to fit in, " Chad mimicked.

She laughed and left his room.

" I know you are just trying to fit in with me, very soon you will find yourself falling in love with me. First plan successfully completed. If I couldn't let the FBI get the better of me through your father, then, I will never let them get the best of me through you, " he said toughly as he continued drying his hair. " Trust me, pity me, fall for me and get madly in love with me. Then certainly, the FBI will find it hard to get to you. " He smiled viciously and hardly.

Chad was sitting on the couch in the sitting room, listening to the Reba song which filled the atmosphere. The atmosphere was peaceful and enticing. The light from the moon spiralled its way into the living room, vesting on the center rug.

Chloe walked into the sitting room. She looked at Chad who looked like he was meditating.

Chad, alarmed by her presence, turned to her. " Hello. "

" This is the second night and it feels like I have been here for years. Can't my father's burial be preponed? "

And here comes the evil spirit, Chad thought. She would be normal at this moment and the next moment abnormal.

Chad ran his hand over his head. Then he tapped his couch and said, " come sit beside me, let's talk. "

Chloe looked around. " You weren't talking to me, right? "

" Or else, there's a third person in this house, I don't know about. "

Chloe reluctantly walked to the couch.

" Sit, " he said tapping at the chair. 

Chloe sat hesitantly.

" Listen Chloe, " he said turning to her. " The burial has been fixed, no cause for change. I know you don't like me and the place you are staying right now, but remember that you are doing this for your own father. "

Chloes' face turned sour. " I know you just want to help me but the real truth is I feel so devastated. "

" I feel worse than you feel. I just lost someone who made me feel like a somebody____ "

" What do you mean? "

" Just let it go. "

" Stop acting like a bastard and tell me what you mean, " Chloe said eagerly.

" Why should I stop acting like a bastard? After all, am a bastard. I never knew my dad. I never knew my mum, " Chad said looking miserable.

" You were orphaned? " she asked, feeling a sudden kinship.

" Perhaps, an orphan is better than me. I'm just so unlucky. "

" No don't say that. I know I shouldn't be caring about all this but I really want to know you, " Chloe said, staring deep into his eyes.

Chad had read meaning in what she said. There was a hidden smile on his face. Perhaps, if he went ahead and told her his birth and childhood and everything, she might feel pity for him, a pity which will certainly turn to love...

" My name is Chad Trevor, " he started.

She liked his name. 

" When my mum died, I was still in her tummy. It was as a result of plane crash. Her name was Brianna. She was buried along with me. When the former Mafia's Lord, Andrew Trevor took a tour round the cemetery, his on son was buried in, which was as a result of the plane crash too, it was with the attempt of seeing his son for the last time. Being one of the most powerful man who worked with the Masons, he was respected deeply and no one dared stand when he said sit. He ordered his son's grave to be digged and his son's body be brought out. No one dared to disobey that order but no considered to obey it. His one rule was obedience is better than death and he stocked to that, so before anyone could think of turning him down, he took the person's life. Eventually, some men agreed to dig his son's grave. After they had digged and brought out the casket, they found out they had digged the wrong grave. It was my mum's grave... "

" Should we dig up all the graves? Perhaps we might find your son's dead body. "

Andrew didn't say anything. Instead he watched the woman's dead body speechlessly.

" She's pregnant, " Andrew said unbelievably. 

" But boss she is dead. Her unborn child must be dead too, " a voice said quickly.

" I certainly do not think so, " Andrew said brightly.

" What shall we do? " the voice asked again.

" Take her to the hospital, " the Mafia Lord said.

" How's the child? " Andrew asked a doctor, who had just come out from the room.

" Sir, the child is a miracle. Indeed this is a miracle. From the autopsy carried out, we also found out that she has been dead for three weeks and yet her child survived in the dead body. "

Andrew smiled. " Is it a girl or a boy? " he asked.

" Sorry for the delay. It's a Baby boy and he is very healthy. We will send the woman's body to the mortuary after we have spirited it. As for the baby, he will be in our custody for a week. "

" Discharge the baby, I don't care what you do with the corpse, all I care for is the baby. "

" But sir, we have to find a lady who will breastfeed him for a week, " the doctor explained.

" Are you his father? " Andrew asked. Without waiting for the doctor to reply, he added, " no. So let me have my baby. "

" Sir this is a big risk. That baby needs to take natural milk. He is weak and we can't afford to leave the baby in the care of his father. If it was his mum, then I would have considered that but no, you are his father. You know little or nothing about taking care of a new born baby, " the doctor said, devastatingly.

" I am leaving with my child this moment and you better don't think of coming in my way or else you will be sorry you ever did, " Andrew said aggressively. " Give me my child, right now. "

" Nurse, " t doctor said comprehensively.

" Yes sir, " the nurse answered.

" Get this man the new born baby, " he said walking out.

" Doctor, " Andrew called.

The doctor stopped and turned. The doctor's eyes met Andrew's eyes. Their gaze locked precisely for some minutes. Then the doctor broke out. Andrew's gaze was infuriating.

" Listen to me doc, " Andrew said, walking to him. " Be careful with the kind of people you meet. I won't mind the fact that you saved the babies life, you might just end up meeting his mum. No corpse's in her grave yet, your patients might find your corpse there, so be careful. "

" How dare you threaten me? " the doctor asked angrily.

" I do not threaten people, I just warn and I have warned you, " he said stepping backwards. " Tell that nurse to be fast, no one keeps me waiting. "

" I never wanted to be a gangster but situations turned me to a gangster. One thing about the gangster lifestyle was if you don't choose it, it might choose you, depending on what you carry. Andrew thought of me as a miracle and as his lost but found son. " He looked at her viciously. " This is between me and you, okay? "

She nodded. Looking at him, she might his looks for agony. She hugged him. " I feel and understand your pain. "

No you don't, Chad thought. I'm not pained.

" And listen to me Chad, you are not unlucky, " Chloe said.

I can never be, he thought. Second plan completed. This is just the beginning...