"Mila Rivers?" Both of them froze…"Miss McGraw?" Mila was the first to break the silence, Brant remained frozen. His subconscious mind knew that Mila would definitely blame him for this because she'd warned him to avoid voicing that name…he blew it."What are you doing here, Linda?" Brant cleared his throat and asked, taking a step to stand in between both women, afterall he was the man here. He had to put his shit together and man up."Are you really Mila?" Linda's voice cracked, she ignored Brant and tilted her head to the side, directing her question to Mila."Does it change anything?" Mila asked."I said it, you looked familiar, oh My God, Mila!" She pushed past Brant, dropped her bag on the floor as she engulfed Mila in her arms.Mila rolled her eyes and frowned at Brant at the same time."You are alive?" Linda teared up, tightening her arms around Mila. That was definitely not the reaction she'd expected from Linda, given how arrogant she was towards her just a few weeks ago

"You want me to waste him?" Dom asked in a serious tone."Holy Fuck! Dominique!" Fabiola yelled. "What is wrong with you and violence? For Christ sake, be human for once!" She scolded him as if he were a kid.Dom was in charge of doing Pop's dirty work, he was good at it and left no trails behind. But one thing she came to discover about him was that he was good with electronics. He once confessed to her that his dream was to join NASA someday, all that went down the drain when he got entangled in this lifestyle…a lifestyle he could never escape from."What did I say wrong?" He feigned ignorance.She clicked her tongue in annoyance, "Just shut up and listen. I need to know what both men talked about." She said,"Where did it take place?" He asked."The McGraw Resort uphill." She replied."I bet they should have been cameras somewhere, anything…do what you gotta do." She said,"You mentioned that Mr McGraw might have a clue on it, right?" Dom asked."Yeah, why?" She asked suspiciously.

"Shall we?" Her cheerful voice pulled him out of his thoughts."Sure." He forced a smile, standing up from the couch. It was damn comfortable, by the way.She did her make-up lightly and got her shoes on, canvas of course."I love your shoes." He commented, looking down at her feet.She rolled her eyes, "Dah, I wear them almost every day." She said,"Or assassin boots?" He leaned beside her ears and whispered."Get the fuck away!" She yelled and playfully pushed him out of the door.He chuckled.She buried herself in her phone throughout the ride, texting back and forth with Pops and Carlson.Was she nervous? No!Angry? Definitely yes!But she was more anxious than angry. Why? She had no idea.Maybe because she'd be dining with her enemy, just like Judas and Jesus, except she was not Jesus to forgive the betrayal. She was gonna kill the Judas in her life."You'll be fine." Brant placed his hand on her lap and squeezed it softly. It made her beating heart calm down for a second, she f

"Here I thought I was supposed to be the one running late." Brant said as soon as Linda walked in. He'd arrived earlier and booked a private lounge for them to talk."Sorry but I came on foot." Linda defended.She made herself comfortable opposite him, picking up an already filled glass of red champagne."Ok, so where do we start?" Brant asked."Ok, it might not be much, but I think that it is something." She adjusted herself on her seat. " I managed to talk to my dad right? Since technically, I used his interest in partnering with you to raise the topic about Uncle Melo and during the discussion, he talked about how Uncle Melo had good business ideas that never materialized in time because a bunch of people did not stand with him…" she narrated.Brant leaned back in his seat, sipping his champagne. He was in no hurry, he let the captivating taste roll along his tongue and down to his palate, all the while paying one hundred percent attention to Linda.".... and so I asked about any o

"Ok, you would train my women, but in the meantime, you would be my personal bodyguard." He announced.Her eyes shot up, if the room had just a little bit more lighting, her beam would have definitely been unconcealed."You would be stationed outside that door and make sure no one comes in unless I ask you to let them in." He said;' That's it? I'm a stationary bodyguard?' she yelled mentally in disbelief, ' What does he take me for, a royal palace guard or something?' she frowned."You'll report here every weekend at 8:30pm." He added.Only on weekends?" She asked, concealing her disappointment. She was hoping that he'll ask her to hang out with him on his expeditions, that way, even if she does not know his face or identity, staying that close to him would give her a window to pick up something unique and substantial about him."Yes Phoebe, If you want to work on weekdays you can…." He started."No need, I'm fine with weekends." She cut him off."Monty would tell you about the stru