Lahat ng Kabanata ng Captured by Randy CEO : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 56

He was hiding among the flower hedges, perfectly camouflaged by the leaf green hue of jacket he wore over his clothes. "Excuse me, sir," she said.He turned and a look of horror crept into his face. Christine had a clear view of him now. He was in a black shirt and denim trousers. And he wore a newsboy cap. A shiny black digital camera hung from his neck. "Who the hell are you?" Christine demanded strongly. He didn't answer. Instead, he smiled and his fingers folded around the camera. His hands moved and he raised the camera slowly up. The flash dazed Christine momentarily and before she could recover, the man skipped over the hedges and padded across the garden to a Vespa he parked behind the house. He kicked and the engine sputtered alive. The scooter started immediately. Christine swore out loud as she watched him ride down the street. He had taken her picture. She wondered what news he hoped to spread with that. "I heard some noise," Trish said as Christine trudged in. "Stu

Mira glared at Christine and Alan as they did their thing. She sucked her teeth and whipped her phone out of her pocket. She dialled a number and the person picked almost immediately. "Hey, Viper," she said, walking towards the restroom away from the noise and partying. "What do you want?" came the gruff reply. "I got your contact from..." she hesitated and curled her lips. There was an expectant silence at the other end, Viper waiting patiently, the sound of someone chomping on chewing gum loudly. "Let's call him a friend," she said. It was not safe to disclose such information on a call.""Okay?" "I have a job for you," she informed him. "This is not the place to talk business," he said, his voice taking a serious tone. The lady popping gum beside him sat up in the chair and took the gum out, pressing it on the wall. "So can we meet in a restaurant or a park or something?" Mira asked with a shrug. "No, too posh," he replied immediately, gravely. "And a park is too open.""We

Mira swore silently as the side of her flame red Ferrari sports car scratched a jalopy as she eased it into the parking lot. She inspected the side. Not much damage. But there was a scratch near the headlights and a tiny dent on the glass. She cursed as she walked in through the sliding door and looked around. A greeter in a sleek white shirt and black pants and loafers walked up to her. She rudely refused his offer of a seat and waited at the door, looking. She moved slowly inside, scanning the faces of the people in the diner, bowed over their meals. She heard a whistle and she stopped. There was no way she could miss the distinct tattoo on the wrist of the man waving. The same woman from the other night was there and she had a wry grin on her lips. She grunted as she took her seat. Viper smiled as he slid a plate of pancake over the table to her. "Where's she?" Mira asked, looking distastefully at the home cooked pancake. "Where's the money?" Jenny asked. "Where's the gi