The next morning, Kyle woke up to the most mouth watering aroma and the small sound of shuffling foot steps and clattering pots and pans. Immediately he picked up his gun and stealthily walked out of his room, ready to attack. But when he entered the kitchen, he found Serra who was working on breakfast. He almost forgot that she came with him last night. He paused when he heard her humming some tune. He quickly hid his gun before she could see. Her voice is soft and smooth. He noticed that she was not wearing her ugly glasses. They cover half her face and make her look older than her age.
"What's your name?" he asked while leaning against the kitchen wall. 'Brother really found someone who look so innocent to keep me occupied and out of his way. I need to tell him that I have seen past his plot' he thought to himself. His voice startled her and she dropped the spatula she was holding. He looked amused by her reaction. She turned to look at him with wide eyes, before she lowered her gaze. She never saw a man with so little clothes before. Not even her almost husband Robert Jenkins. He was just wearing his sleep shorts. His muscular eight pack abs are on display. "I am Serra" she replied before she picked up the spatula again. Her cheeks turned pink just by looking at him. He liked how cute he was finding her, which is strange. The urge to taint her started to overwhelm him. He wanted to see for how long she is willing to play this game of innocence, if she is faking it. So deliberately he walked closer to her, so that the side of her elbow is touching his abdomen. She immediately retreated her hand and slowly took a step to the side in an attempt to move away from him. But he erased the distance easily, pretending as if he is reaching for the coffee machine. That trapped her between him and the kitchen cabinet. Her back is facing him, while she stands there stiffly like a board. "What are you cooking?" he asked casually and added some coffee beans to the coffee machine before turning it on. He didn't move though. And she is trying to create as much space between them as possible, which is not much. When she is this close, her soft Lilac fragrance overwhelmed his senses, he leaned over her shoulder and took a deep breath of her fragrance. "I..I...I am making scrambled eggs and french toast" she stuttered a little while replying. Her voice made him snap back to his senses. He noticed what he was doing and immediately retreated. "Relax, am I that scary?" he teased her. He knows he is scary, but he is yet to do anything to scare her. He took a step back, much to her relief. He is not planning to scare her. He wanted to find out what her brother sent her to do. She immediately shook her head to say 'No'. "Good, then go and get dressed. You are a freshman in Chicago University, right?" he inquired. He gathered that by their conversation from last night. He wanted to find out as much information about her as he could, and fast. She didn't turn around, but nodded her head again. For whatever reason, he didn't like that she is scared of him. So he turned her around, so that she was facing him. But eyes down cast. "Look at me Serra" he demanded. He looks charming and playful, but when he wants something to be done, his voice takes a dangerous edge, which is not easy to ignore. Immediately her eyes met his. He likes her eyes, so captivating and innocent all at the same time. "Use words Princess, or is there a problem with your neck?" he pretended to inspect her long slender neck which is gradually turning red with shyness. She is so fair, so even the slightest change on her skin is easily noticable. Serra is feeling shy and out of sorts. This is the first time a man as handsome as her host is standing so close to her. Back in high school, no one bothered to notice her, let alone talk to her. "No, my neck is fine" she replied softly. He chuckled at her reaction. It's been a while that he found anyone so amusing. And never in his entire life did he saw a woman who looked as innocent as this one. But he is sure she is pretending to be innocent and his brother might have sent her. When she spoke, he noticed that her teeth are fine and she doesn't need those braces. She is intentionally making herself look ugly, which puzzled him. Women these days go out of their way to look beautiful, but she is so beautiful but making herself look scary. "Why are you wearing those braces? Your teeth look fine" he mused loudly. He also noticed that she doesn't need her glasses to see either. She blinked her long curly lashes twice. These braces were there before her mother left her, and her father insisted that she should wear glasses too. She never thought about removing them. "I don't know" she replied honestly. He looked at her with intrest. "I see" he murmured mostly to himself. He decided to investigate who she is and where his brother found her from. If she is game, then he doesn't mind taking her to bed. She is flustered in his presence. "Breakfast is ready" she blurted out, unable to come up with anything better. He chuckled darkly. Capture his attention with whichever means is very dangerous to the person who has it. This girl has his attention now. "Good to know. I am Kyle by the way. I am your senior. I will drop you in the campus. Go and get dressed after you are done here" he instructed before he left. She took a much needed breath after he left. And the air around her now smells like him. Just like he promised, he gave her a room last night when he brought her to his home. His home is big with three bedrooms and a huge living room and a gym room, laundry room and a back yard with a pool. The room she was given was bigger than her home in her town where she used to live with her father. A very big and comfortable bed was laid in the middle. A small study table with a chair and a lamp were placed to one side, along with a huge closet which she doesn't need. She only have a handful of clothes, and that big wardrobe is not nessasary for her. But out of all the things, she loved the bathroom. It's big and it has hot water whenever she needs them. She doesn't have to do bath with cold water anymore. Cold water bath's in the winter feels like a different kind of hell. After she plated their breakfast and cleaned up the kitchen, she quickly got changed into another pair of ill fitting clothes which belongs to her mother. Her father never bothered to buy her anything, so she had to earn for herself and adjust with things which she couldn't buy. By the Kyle walked out of his room, he found Serra already waiting for him. When he looked at her clothes which are two sizes too big for her, he frowned. He also noticed that the breakfast she prepared looked mouthwatering. "Come, let's eat breakfast" he instructed her, trying not to think too much about who she is and where she came from. After a quick breakfast, he dropped her off near the campus just like he promised he would."Bella, lets go" Aiden, the man whom Bella was hopelessly in love with for the past seven years tugged at her hand, forcing her to start walking. But Bella stood rooted to the spot, eyes fixed on someone who deceived her. Kai Deluca, a handsome devil who looks like her step brother Aiden, but still completely different. He stole her first kiss, her virginity, and her first everything. She gave it all on her own will, mistaking him for her stepbrother. He lied to her, he hid his identity as the most feared mafia boss ever. Aiden is the CEO of a reputed company. He is safe with boy next door looks and most importantly, the man whom Bella used to like. Kai on the other hand is a different story. He is deceivingly handsome, insanely powerful, and outrageously scary. His name alone scares the shit out of even grown men double his size. He is dangerous and the kind of person whom every mother warns their daughters to stay away from. Yet, Bella got tangled up with someone like him.
Hello readers, I know i haven't been updating regularly these days and it might be quite frustrating for you all. As i mentioned a few weeks ago, my family lost someone. Losing a family member is not easy. We are coping with the loss one day at a time. A wife lost her husband, and sons lost their father. Despite his old age, the loss was still painful. I saw some kind comments and some showing their displeasure. I urge you all to understand that I am coping up the loss myself. Sorry to disappoint you all. I am always grateful for your support. I will soon update my next story.
One month after the Cult Lord's death, Kyle and Serra got married in an intimate ceremony where only a selected few were invited. Kairo and Rose, Reed and Mia, Nero and Chloe, Alessandro and Olivia and of course Matteo and Hera. "Serra" Matteo knocked on the door where Serra was waiting in her bridal attire. Hera opened the door, revealing the bride. "You ready?" Matteo asked softly. As Serra has no family of her own, and her father is as useless as they get, Matteo decided to walk Serra down the isle. He suggested the same infront of Kyle and Serra, who agreed immediately. Serra was overwhelmed with happiness. "Yes" Serra replied and accepted his hand. He patted her palm that is resting on his elbow. "Welcome to the family, sister" he said, making Serra tear up. "Matt, you will ruin her makeup" Hera complained. That made Serra giggle with mirth. As the brides maids, Hera, Olivia, Mia, Chloe, and Rose walked down the isle first. Then the music changed, which is meant for the
"You would have achieved success? What kind of success do you want to build over the dead bodies of so many people?" Leone demanded the Cult Lord. The Cult Lord sneered. The way Leone is speaking with himself with two mannerisms and two facial expressions and two voices seemed scary to the people who are looking at the scene playing out infront of him. If they could peel off the outer layer, then they could actually see the pain, turmoil and guilt of Leone. Kairo, Kyle and Serra could look past the scary display infront of them. They felt pity for Leone, and hate the Cult Lord all the same. Its tricky how you could pity and hate the same person. As the prospective future leader of the Negi family, Leone was forced to hold back his emotions, his feelings, and he was forced to act tough and remain calm even pretend that everything is okay when its not. Leone is not meant for this life. He has been forced to mend into a mould that he doesn't fit into. So all his inner feelings gave
"If you hurt my daughter, I will kill you" Kyle threatened the Cult Lord who laughed out loud with mockery. "What? You will kill me? Do you want me to believe that? I am safe as long as your precious little princess is in my hands. You wouldn't dare to hurt me" the Cult Lord said with confidence. And thats true. With Mia in his arms, no one would dare to act rash with thr fear that they might hurt her. The Cult Lord knows that. He came here to use that to his advantage. Everyone is on the edge. Just looking at the Crying little girl who is in the Cult Lord's arms is putting every one on edge. Kyle and Kairo looked at each other, as if a silent conversation is going on between them. 'Was he supposed to be in Chicago?' Kyle seems to ask Kairo. The Italian boss looked as confused as Kyle. According to Kairo's men, the Cult Lord was last seen in Chicago. 'I don't know. I am confused as well' Kairo seemed to reply. No matter what happened, someone messed up and now the Cult Lord is
After Anton came back to assist Kyle, Sean looked amused. "You are back?" he teased Anton, who looked grumpy. He failed Kyle, so he refused to vacate his position as the Underboss. But taking care of a toddler seemed impossible. He is still not ready to fill up his old position, but he is ready to assist Kyle to deal with the Cult Lord. Anton glared at Sean, who chuckled with mirth. Anton's glare did nothing but amuse Sean. "Get back to work" Anton snapped when he realized that Sean is not intimidated by his glare. Sean chuckled, but got back to cleaning his gun once again. Anton and Sean were sitting in the foyer outside the mansion while Kyle was briefing their men about what were they going to do now. That's when Anton noticed a strange man approaching the gates of the mansion. His clothes looked dishelved and so did he. For some reason, Anton felt that something is off. He noticed the man speaking with the guards near the gates, who looked like they are trying to scare th