TILL D£ATH DO US APART
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← THREE YEARS LATER →
[New Orleans, Ivanna’s Resort]*******************
The air here feels rich—madly so.
The atmosphere is wealthy, and the weather smells like dollars.
The resort is named after Ivanna cos she really owns it.
It’s her grandparents birthday gift to her last year when she celebrated her 30th birthday.
This year, as she’s currently celebrating her 31st, she chose this resort as her fun place.
It’s built like plane on the ground. Whole part of the resort is shaped like a full plane. Just that it’s in black—her favorite color.
The resort staircase was let down by respectful guards, and she stepped on the last staircase, gorgeous and s+×y.
She wore red thin heels which carried her tall legs and the gorgeous body. G-strings is the only thing covering her ar$e, but there’s a chiffon white wrap around her waist… transparent so her ar$e bounced as she walked.
On the upper pristine body, there’s only a tube bra with thin straps, and her hair poured down her back in perfect curls. She had it tonged.
The face experienced a lotta changes, but for good. She’s prettier, and added so much flesh.
She uses a nose ring now, and the sparkle from the diamond was hitting her brown eyes as she began climbing the staircase, her steps resembling a strut even on the stairs.
A cold glass of Teaser Caesar wine sat in her hand, but her face seems to be colder than the wine glass.
Living as the only heiress of The Crimson has to be the best thing that happened to her in three years.
She’s respected by the gangsters including Moo.
She’s mad rich, hugely protected. Loved crazily by her mother, and adored so much by her grandparents.
Right now, even this resort is surrounded by guards who’re always at alert for any mishap. They’re fast and very professional.
More professional than the gangsters who were in Chicago with Monika three years ago. These ones are the cream of the crop.
Ivanna finally finished climbing the staircase. She took off her heels and stayed barefoot on the ground, feeling the coldness and liking it.
A full table of intercontinental meal is waiting for her inside, but she chose to stay here first since she’s not hungry anyways.
She took a sip from her wine glass, checking her phone.
She’s got messages from two people. Her grandpa and ma.
Grandpa: The securities said you didn’t later go get your second resort. What are you waiting for!
Ivanna smiled. Her grandpa actually gifted her another resort this year. So much for her 31st.
Grandma: When are you gonna go check out your Tea Company?
Ivanna smiled wider after reading that one too.
Her grandma acknowledged her love for tea, so she built her a large tea company to run.
But she’s gonna have to spend more time here alone before going to check the two out.
Arms slipped around her from behind, and she only lowered her glass from her lips.
She didn’t jerk cos she knew who. Seems her plan to spend alone time here is marred after all.
“Why are you in my resort, Hayden?” She said, not turning.
“You know what I like most about you? Your cold edges.” Hayden replied behind, and she finally turned, nearly pouring the wine in her glass on him.
He held her hand quickly and directed the glass to his mouth, drinking it all till it trickled down his lips to his bare chest.
Hayden became more muscular, and he grew a line of thin beard which made him a pinch more mature.
He’s attractively toned.
He wiped his mouth with his palm, and Ivanna smiled slightly.
“You’re always a menace,”
“C’mon!” Hayden pulled her close by the waist, their faces nearly meeting.
“The same lady I’m getting married to by tomorrow is asking what I’m doing in her resort? Bull.” He said, rubbing her waist with his thumb.
Ivanna threw her face away.
And that’s the biggest news of the year. She’s really getting married to Hayden Woods tommorow.
When Hayden followed them to New Orleans three years ago, the elders of Crimson liked him immediately, especially her grandparents.
And when Monika talked about the marriage, there was no opposition. It should have happened that same year, but Ivanna asked for time to settle down well and still stay single, so she was given three years.
Now the three years is over, and by tomorrow, she’s becoming Hayden’s wife. Hayden will be the one to switch his name to Crimson, and he’s very fine with it.
He turned her face back to himself, and Ivanna sighed.
“What was that face? Are you gonna keep it up tomorrow at the alter too while saying I do?” He said.
“Hayden…..”
“What?”
“I came here to be alone for a while, not see you.” She said.
“Oh don’t do that, Future Boss Lady.” Hayden tickled her, and she giggled, pushing his chest.
“Stop!”
He only did it again, and she laughed, dropping her glass.
While dropping, her hair shifted away from her neck, revealing her neck tattoo.
Three years ago, Monika couldn’t wipe it, so she just redrew it. She changed the dragon to a snake and it’s younger ones, then she changed the Leo sign to a skull, so the tattoo is now darker, and mysterious.
Hayden touched it before she could turn back to him.
She gave him a flat look..”What?”
“Think about it, if Leo didn’t die three years ago, would things be as peaceful as this? I trust that bastard would have called for war.” Hayden replied, still stroking her tattoo.
“Can you not talk about that fool? I warned you about this.” She replied seriously, wanting to leave him.
“Fine fine!” He quickly tightened his grip around her waist.
“No bastard talks, forgive me.” He apologized, and she hugged him, tight and intimate.
He kissed her neck, and they just stayed that way… together.
In the middle of the guards guarding the close range of the resort, Moo stood, her eyes on the resort.
Her purple fit and shinny eyeshadow are still intact—still there. Her fierceness is still on her face. Only change is her hair became short bob, and it’s now blue. She looks different.
She’s clearly seeing Ivanna and Hayden’s lovey show in the resort, and her palms are sweaty on the gun she’s holding as she watched.
The buzzing of her phone made her eyes go down. She took out the phone
It’s a text from Monika.
Leader: Get my baby here right now. I understand it’s her birthday, but it’s the wedding tomorrow…she can’t be far from home.
Moo pocketed the phone, signalling at the other guards.
“Get Miss Joyce.”
—
[Dubai, Deira Backstreet~ A Low Building]There’s hierarchy of buildings here since the street is for the middle-class and low-class. Big buildings are for the middle-class, and the small buildings are for the low-class.
Inside one of the small buildings, the Cooper family are living comfortably.
Erica, Leroy, Ginny and Robert.
Erica and Leroy’s recovery program and surgeries went well three years ago, and now Leroy’s hearing his back. Their skins are back.
Their nails are starting to grow back too… little by little.
Leroy and Erica are sitting in the small living room when Ginny came out with a tray of food which she dropped on the table, sighing…
“Geez…”
Her heart condition improved, so she added a little flesh and grew taller too… and prettier.
Her hair is insanely long she had to roll it in rollers.
“He didn’t eat breakfast?” Erica asked from the living room.
“He didn’t. You better go talk to him cos I’m not ready for his tantrums again. How can a 27 years old man be acting like a child all because he misses his old lover? Tell him to go back to Chicago and let’s see if Cardi herself won’t shoot him down!” Ginny shouted, walking to the living room.
She dropped her weight between her parents on the double couch.
“Did he yell at you?” Erica asked.
“Of course he did! Isn’t that his favorite thing to do? Ohh… you’re the one who tranquilized me and made me numb then flew me out of the country and left Bacardi behind! I’m tired of that statement from him! So me I don’t miss Tierney? If I didn’t fly him out after Anna killed Sir Leo, would we be alive till now? Nonsense!” Ginny huffed.
“Calm down, Gin-Gin. Calm…” Erica rubbed her chest.
Ginny took a deep breath and rested on her mother.
Erica then signalled at Leroy. Leroy stood and went inside.
—
[Robert’s Room]Robert sat on the foot of his bed, holding Bacardi’s card in hand—the debit card she gave him that year after he made her cûm.
The account is still stacked with money, but he’s even scared to use it cos if he does, then they’d be tracked here with the bank alert she’d get.
And he can’t risk the life of his family no matter how much he misses her.
He can’t just do it.
So he can only stare at this card always since it’s her only possession he has with him.
He stood from the bed and walked over to the window. His jaws has been sharpened with the years. He’s 1ft taller now, and his hair is low. The three years didn’t leave him untouched. He looks different too.
Ivanna did what she did without involving anyone, so now they have to stay here in this backstreet of Dubai and live in fear.
He works as a Top Manager for a large plastic company. Ginny is attending online college to finish her college courses.
Erica is running a small seafood restaurant down the street, and Leroy is working on building his small drinks company.
Anything to survive.
Robert looked at the card again, remembering Bacardi’s words to Renata that day in the forest.
“I LOVE ROBERT AND NOTHING CAN CHANGE THAT”
His throat tightened on nothing, and Leroy came in.
“If you’re here to tell me to eat, I’m not interested. I don’t have an appetite.” He said.
“And you can’t even look me in the eye as you say that?” Leroy responded.
“Daaad.” Robert turned to him, and Leroy held his shoulder.
“Look, son. After the chaos Ivie caused, returning to Chicago is like a death sentence. This is the only place we can stay in. Who knows when Padrino Marko will find us here or when the Esposito siblings will do? I’m hoping that day never comes cos even though she’s not a Cooper, she still grew up with us and did the unimaginable.” He said.
“I know…” Robert replied curtly.
“Good. Breakfast with me?” Leroy persuaded.
“You’re a con artist,” Robert replied, and Leroy laughed as he took his son out of the room.
— — —
[Chicago, Hellfire Brothel- Warehouse]“The rectangular boxes goes to the top of the bunkers… I won’t say it twice! Bunker tops! The square should stay inside the bunker, and the round balls on the ground!” Renata’s voice cut across the warehouse.
Her orders flew around mechanically. No mistakes, or the mobster who made the mistake would end up in the pool of his or her own blood.
Over the years, Renata has been in charge of The Outfit.
House Of Esposito? The Brothel in the front? This inner warehouse? Business at large? She’s the alpha.
Thaddeus is only like a dice she tosses around.
Just like now… Thaddeus is part of the mobsters arranging the boxes, following her orders.
Renata just sat on top of a large box, legs crossed as she smoked pipe.
Her features didn’t change at all. She’s still sporting the sleek hair in a low ponytail, black suit and palazzos.
Only thing that changed is she looks more wicked—if you could call that a change.
“The arrangements is done,” Thaddeus came to her after half an hour. “Ma.”
Renata levelled him with her eyes, then dropped her pipe before coming down from the box.
She tapped his cheek with the back of her four fingers.
Thaddeus looks subdued…looks used and exhausted.
“Always be conscious of my eyes on you. I know you’re desperate for money and your construction company is dead and in need of revival, but know that if you’re caught slurping on the clan’s money, then I’ll decapitate you myself.” Renata warned.
Thaddeus said nothing. He just bowed.
“Good. I’ll go see father.” She nodded.
Before she could step out, some staffs brought in 25 boxes of drugs from the outer brothel.
Full boxes. Untouched.
“Weren’t these boxes supposed to be sold out?” Renata queried.
“They’re all fake orders, so they came back. No cash. We’ve been getting low sales since December. I notified you about this.” Thaddeus said.
“Fake orders? The low sales is still happening?” Renata frowned.
“You know where this is coming from,” Thaddeus said.
Renata smirked.
—
[Dew Hospital, An Hour Later]Renata rushed inside, ignoring the bows and greetings from the guards lining the Private hall.
She entered the ward and took a deep breath, walking in without rush.
Padrino Marko is in bed, sick.
He went down with chronic hypoglycemia two years ago, and his hospital stay isn’t even helping.
Condition didn’t improve, and it didn’t deteriorate. It’s just in one place as if cursed.
But even on his sickbed, he’s still giving out orders and direction to Renata about the clan affairs since his remaining grandkids are now on their own.
Yup. After Leonardo’s death three years ago, things never remained same. No one could hold Bobby and Sandra and Bacardi.
No one.
Especially Bobby. He became a wild dog, ready to bite whoever.
Also, Leonardo’s spies protection is on all of them, so Renata couldn’t do much to bring them back.
That also contributed to Marko’s health.
Now the grandkids have their empire. House Of Coker.
Also, they run a explicit rated drawing company called ‘Naked Eve’
In the company, they draw rare images of faceless n+ked women then sell them to men who have weird kinks. They get off on the pictures.
The drawings are madly expensive, and the shameless rich men even fight for the highest bidder in auctions. One Special drawing per month. Could be a woman’s br+sts, could be her p+xy, could be her nîpples or ar$e.
Bobby is the one doing the drawings. But the drawing company is just a font just like hellfire brothel is a font for The Outfit warehouse.
Behind their drawing company, they have a massive warehouse where they sell illegal drugs too.
And as you might have guessed, they’re the ones outselling The Outfit warehouse right now.
They’re unrestrained, limitless and lawless. They operate without fear, and it’s getting out of hand now.
“They did it again?” Marko asked on his bed immediately Renata came in.
“25 boxes of drugs came back to the warehouse this morning. Someone made fake orders, and our mobsters can’t get their hands on them. It only means they’re the one. Bobby is the one controlling them and—”
“What are you gonna do? Kill him?” Marko cut her off.
She placed a pillow behind him to timt him up.
His grey hair has almost taken over his whole head, even the moustache and beards are all grey.
He looks older. This sickness sucked on his features.
He wore his glasses and grunted.
“You can’t do anything to them right now, Renata. They’re too strong to contend with, and that’s why I told you to focus more on gathering the alliances back…” He said.
“The tenth one has been rebuilt this morning. I got a Spanish governor.” Renata reported.
“Good. In about two weeks, things should work out.” Marko said, taking a cup of bitter coffee.
He drank.
“Two weeks? No. I’m gathering them all in a week. In two weeks, things would have grown from bad to worse. Bobby is crazy, and I need to see him on his knees!” Renata snapped angrily.
“Exactly what I knew you’d say. It’s almost time for The Outfit to rise again. We’ve been too silent.” Marko dropped his coffee cup.
“Today is Leo’s three years death anniversary, isn’t it?” He said, staring right into space.
—
[House Of Esposito]Bacardi and Leonardo were in charge of bringing in new mobsters for initiation, but after Leonardo’s death and Bacardi’s departure, things remained the same in this place.
No new face.
Even lots of the old mobsters followed the new House Of Coker.
Nino, Stanley, Tierney. They’re gone too, so the clan estate is in one spot just like Marko’s health.
Not much is going on about missions. They’re now more focused on drug sales which is not even doing well.
Inside the penthouse, Island is currently on the floor, cleaning.
Yeah. Cleaning.
She wore turtlenecked sweater and long leggings to cover herself totally—cover her leopard prints.
They came back two years ago, and since then, they’ve been getting worse. Worse to the point of smell.
Her skin smells now.
She thought getting pregnant for Thaddeus would be her breakthrough, but it was all in her own head. Nothing happened.
She didn’t get pregnant.
According to what she heard, the sulphur candles don’t only work on the outer skin. It stretches inside the skin too, extending to the components.
Her chances of giving birth is so slim, and there’s no hope, so she can only stay here and work for food.
But Penny isn’t even making that easy. Since Penny heard about her intercourse with Thaddeus, she has been extra cruel to her.
Penny is even cruel to Thaddeus himself right now, so her own sufferings is unlimited.
Her last meal is two nights ago, but she still has to scrub and clean every part of this penthouse everyday.
Just the way she’s doing right now.
She’s crying as she scrubbed without energy, but she bursted into real tears when Penny appeared and poured a cup of hot water on her back.
“You can’t continue doing this! My intercourse with your husband was a mistake that’d never happen again! You won’t give me food, I’m not even allowed to steal from the kitchen! But I still have to scrub, and now hot water on my back? Take pity on me!!!” She cried, lamenting.
Penny poured more hot water, and Island wriggled painfully on the ground as she got burned.
She was rolling around.
“Mistake? They’re meant to be payed for, thief. And you’re only just starting.” Penny muttered, her ash-dyed hair the same.
Her face grew older.
She poured more hot water on the bîtch on the floor.
Island lost her voice, screaming till she passed out.
—
[New Orleans, Crimson Clan Estate]“Welcome back, Miss Joyce.”
“Welcome back, Madam.”
Greetings from south and east flowed as Ivanna entered with Hayden.
Moo and the rest of the guards are behind them.
There’s a Up Quarters in the middle of the estate where the Crimson family stay. Ivanna stepped into the tall storey building, and she was immediately greeted by Monika’s hug.
Monika hugged her by the door, tightly. She hugs her almost ten times daily. An obsessed mother.
Ivanna hugged back.
“I left this place less than two hours ago, mommy. I made it clear I was gonna spend the first five hours alone before returning, but you did your thing and called me back. You love abusing your authority.” She complained.
Monika broke the hug.
“I missed you already, so I called you back. Don’t judge me.” She retorted.
Ivanna smiled.
Monika’s change is phenomenal. The only thing that remained same about her is the shoulder-length hair.
Her shaved brows are full now, her face holds more smile than frowns, but she didn’t lose the sternness.
She added flesh too, and she still wore her poisonous knuckle rings. She’s rocking a blue dress.
The grandparents sat at the center meal table, both smiling too.
Granny Crimson and the Grandpa.
Their head is a habitat of deeply grey hair. They’re old, but still agile. Monika sure took after them both in looks and body build.
Ivanna sat between the two of them.
“Now, why am I back?” She asked.
They both took each of her hands, rubbing.
“It’s not normal to spend five hours of your birthday alone. Stay here…stay home. Tommorow is your wedding…too.” Granny said.
“You’re talking like I’d follow Hayden home after the wedding. I’ll still remain here yunno? You guys won’t even let me breath.” Ivanna replied, and Monika chuckled behind.
“That’s because you’re our lifeline,” Grandpa said.
“Wanna go check out your second resort and tea place together?” Monika asked behind.
“I knew you’d say that,” Ivanna stood with a smile. “I’ll be right back…need to go change.”
She went inside her black room at the upper building, and she hasn’t even touched her dress when she saw her black cat on her vanity table.
She got it as a replacement for Dusk, and she named it Dusk too.
The cat meowed to welcome her back
“Oh…you proud thing. You decided to communicate with me today?” Ivanna chuckled.
She was already going to her when Moo entered.
“What are you doing here, Moo?” Ivanna frowned.
She didn’t even try to like her cos she’d never be able to.
Moo raised her hand, pointing out a ring—the snail-shaped ring Monika threw out three years ago.
“And why the hell do you have this? You picked it back up?” Ivanna glared
“Leader said it fell from Vera when Vera came to kill Santos that day at the River House, but…” Moo smiled trickily at this point, coming closer.
“Vera hated jewelries madly. She was never a fan of it, so tell me why she’d be wearing a ring? Also, Vera hated slowness and tardiness. Tell me why she’d have a snail-shaped ring if that’s the case cos snails are slow!” Moo spat.
Ivanna slapped her, and Moo staggered back.
She quickly went on her two knees.
“I’m just noticing possibilities, Miss. I’ll take any punishment.” She said.
“Get. Out!” Ivanna ordered angrily.
Moo stood and went for the door. At the same time, Hayden was coming in
She bit the inner side of her mouth when their eyes met, but she couldn’t say a word till she was out.
— — —
[Chicago, Leonardo Coker’s Private Gravesite]When they say PRIVATE, then this place is the full meaning of it.
It’s not an open site. It’s enclosed. Build like a house—like the model version of his Citadel.
Bobby made sure of it.
Leonardo Coker was written by the white doorstep, on top of the white doorframe. It’s also blinking around in neon lights too… inside and outside the building.
There are too many air conditioners inside the building, cooling the dead. And the grave itself?
Beautiful.
Death has never looked prettier.
The grave is white with white shinny carved stones on top. White flowers too. Leonardo hated flowers, but Bobby intentionally placed it there to annoy his spirit in hell.
The grounds? Gold? The walls? Diamonds, so everyone reflected on the walls. Roof is gold like the ground. It’s a luxury gravesite.
And now it’s receiving visitors just the way it does yearly since three years ago.
It’s Leonardo’s posthumous birthday…his third death anniversary.
Everyone’s here.
Bobby, Bacardi and Sandra are in front of the visitors, all sporting black suits and hats.
Their heads are down, and the hats might be covering a large part of their faces, but their grief is obvious.
And their change too.
Now Bobby is keeping long hair like Leonardo. He even tied it in a small round bun.
Bacardi left her hair long too… same as Sandra.
Their hair length rested on their arses. They intentionally let it grow to honour him yearly.
Anthony stood with them in that front, looking fine but grievous like his kids. He’s wiping tears.
Nino, Stanley, Tierney and Felicia are at the back, wearing black like the rest of the family.
Tierney looks buff now… bigger.
Stanley looks buffer… and more muscular. Tall.
Nino is the same. He has a scar on his chin now…scar from missions.
Leonardo’s spies surrounded the building…in and out.
Hundred? More than that.
They’re like armies…all in black too with their black pet owls on top of the building roof.
The anniversary is always done in silence, so they just stood there in total silence for an hour…
Then they departed.
Their cars drove off the site one by one including the spies.
One minute after the last car left, Outfit guards appeared from the back of the building, cautious and slow.
They looked around, made sure they’re in the clear before moving forward, but on getting to the building door, it’s locked.
A very smart lock.
“Now!” One of the guards said.
The one in the middle brought out a door-breaking tool from his backpack.
He handed it over to the one in the front, but immediately that one took it and faced the door to act, the sharp tool was snatched from him.
Before they could get what was going on, two heads of mobsters were already on the ground.
The remaining two stepped back, their weights landing on their but+s as they fell on the ground.
They looked up in horror.
Sandra stood in front of them, holding the tool that’s now bloody at the blades. Her unforgiving face is smeared with the blood from the two heads on the ground.
Nino is behind her, backing the pillar and just smoking.
“You dipshits don’t get tired? I’m guessing Marko sent you again. What did he say this time?” Sandra said, her voice thick.
She moved closer, and the mobsters shifted back quickly.
Blood dripped down from the tool blade she held.
“Did he tell you to go exhume Leo’s body and bring it to your stupid House Of Esposito? He probably said he’s an Esposito, so he shouldn’t be buried outside the clan, right? Is that what he said??!!” Sandra yelled.
“Yes…” The second mobster answered, but the first one stood stupidly, coming for Sandra.
In anger, Sandra dropped the tool she’s holding. She bent to the right, avoiding a kick from him, then to the left, avoiding a punch.
When she balanced, she drew a knife out, sinking it into his chest.
Blood again. On her face, her clothes, her hands and body.
She kept stabbing the mobster repeatedly, and the second one on the ground took a dump on himself.
At a point, Sandra looked back at Nino, her bloody knife still raised.
“How many times have I stabbed him?” She asked.
“40.” Nino replied.
Sandra dropped the bloody shredded body on the ground, then took a deep breath.
Nino came forward.
The second one stood to run, but he smashed his face on the sharp door of the building.
The mobster’s face got slashed in the middle, and his eyeballs fell off.
Nino let go of the body, then he returned to smoking his cigar.
No more words. He left with Sandra.
Spies came back to the building immediately.
Three of them worked on cleaning out the bodies, but the rest surrounded the area, guarding.
—
[A Bank, 1pm]Bacardi entered nonchalantly, her hands in the pockets of her ripped jean. She looks desperate.
Her hair is tied now in a bun, but the front tendrils are still hanging around her face.
She kicked the door to one of the departments open, and the woman on that desk stood.
“M…mi..ss?” She stuttered, seeing the visitor she got.
“I didn’t get a call,” Bacardi said, opening the bottle of alcohol with her. She had a drink before sitting on the desk of the woman.
“Y..yes… that’s because…the card wasn’t used. I told you I’d give you a call whenever the card is used.” The woman said skittishly.
“It’s been three years. Three damn years, and you’re telling me Robert didn’t use the card?”
Bacardi already jumped down the table as she said that.
Before the woman could talk again, Bacardi grabbed her shirt.
“Tell me, is something blocking the call? Tell me Robert called! Tell me he called! Say he called to give a reason for his abandonment! Tell me that nitwit called!!!! Tell me!!!!!!!!”
One minute, the bank scattered with her madness.
She nearly locked the woman to death, and none of the other bank staffs could come close.
But the woman was lucky cos someone came in to stop her… luckily.
The person easily peeled Bacardi’s hands away from the woman’s body, and Bacardi turned to swing a blow to the person’s gut, but seeing the face, she stopped it.
She dropped her fist and barged out of the bank building.
“Cardi!” The person came after her.
She didn’t stop.
“Cardi!!”
“Emma, I’m going to kill you if you call my name again!” Bacardi barked crankily at her.
Emma blocked her, and Bacardi had to stop.
It’s really Emma. Unchanged, untouched by the three years. She even looks younger and rich since her dead family left her riches.
After she saved Bacardi three years ago, they’ve been in touch.
Bacardi pushed her out of the way and continued her walk.
Emma followed, but she walked backwards so she’s facing Bacardi as she walked.
“The fûck do you want?” Bacardi stopped, and Emma smiled before stopping too.
She wore slacks and a big tee… totally free style, she doesn’t give a F.
“You seriously went to the bank again? After they told you severally that they’d call if Robert used the card. You’re insufferable.” Emma said, hands in her pockets.
“What do you want?” Bacardi repeatedly, in no mood for talks.
“Isn’t today The Unveiling at Naked Eve? Of course I came. It starts at 5 so we still have time to drink before then.” Emma shrugged.
“Shoulda said that first.” Bacardi scoffed, and Emma turned with a grin, facing the front.
“When is Ivanna dying?” She suddenly asked.
“After The Unveiling at 5pm, we’ll know,” Bacardi replied, her eyes glinting with unrestrained hatred, burning bright.
They each got in their cars by the roadside and drove to a bar.
—
[A public gravesite]Stanley and Bobby are both holding shovels, both panting as they digged the ground relentlessly.
They’ve been digging the grave for twenty minutes now, and they’re almost there. They’re obviously digging for something important.
The site swallowed the sound of their diggings as the metal told hit the black earth.
“I still dunno why your deranged self chose to bury wine here since two years ago” Stanley said, sweating.
“You know nothing, Stan. A good Italian wine has to be buried like a human so you feel the soul of the dead in the flavor while drinking. It’d be a aged, dead wine.” Bobby replied, chewing gum slowly.
“Deranged, again. That’s what you are.” Stanley said.
“Isn’t it weird how you were the one doing the pester there years ago but now the tables are turned and you’re already tired of me? Oh you have no f+kin idea.” Bobby smirked.
“Get tired? You have no idea how cute you look when you pester… just outing my thoughts. Can’t keep it in whenever I’m with you.” Stanley smiled, and Bobby scoffed.
They did few more sand throw, out of the grave, then they got to the coffin.
It’s a brown coffin, untouched by termites cos of the preservatives they used on it.
Using their shovels, they removed the coffin cover.
Inside the coffin, there are two jars of aged wine, and a large bag of money.
“Here they are!” Stanley grinned.
Bobby’s leg missed a plank, and he staggered, nearly toppling over.
“Hey, clum!” Stanley held him, but Bobby broke free immediately.
Stanley smiled again.
Bobby picked one of the wine jars, raising ot up.
“Yo! It’s here! There’s a reason I’m unearthing this today! I can’t fuckin wait!!” He yelled.
Stanley laughed.
—
[House Of Coker, Nino’s Room]Sandra followed Nino inside, and they didn’t even try to bath off the stench of blood from their bodies.
They only wiped their faces impatiently with hankies, then they faced each other from across the room, signalling.
At the same time, they started stripping. One by one.
Their eyes are locked too as they took off every clothing.
Shirts first.
When Nino’s singlet went off, Sandra’s bra went off.
When his trousers went down, her trousers went down too.
His boxers and her panty hit the floor at the same time too.
Nakedly, they walked to each other, their arms sliding around each other too, their eyes stayed locked.
“Is this a kink? Fuckin with enemies blood on us?” She said, pressing his lip with her thumb.
“Lie that you don’t like it,” he replied, and she pressed his lip harder.
“Fûck me as much as you’re happy today. I want every of my step to The Unveiling to remind me that you’re still inside me…” She said.
“Juicy…” He smiled, carrying her. To the wall.
She was already moaning when her legs wrapped on his waist, her back on the wall.
They both looked down as he inserted his hard d+k into her p+xy.
It entered her easily, it’s obvious this wasn’t their first time.
“Nino…” She bit her mouth.
They watched it settled deep inside her together, then their faces came back up. Their lips collided.
He began shagging her against the wall…. Hard. Like she requested.
Her head slumped.
—
[N+ked Eve, 4:30pm]The company isn’t the biggest in this country, but it has succeeded in topping the headlines since middle last year when the operations started.
It’s an illegal company that draws nudity, but their grip is too hard for the government to unglue, so they’ve been undefeated.
The building sat beside X road like a palace. White,…too white with sparkles of black diamonds.
N+ked Eve is written on the long pointing silver board right beside it like a war arrow.
It’s unmistakable.
Inside the reception, it’s full of men who came to feed their eyes and get the drawings they can afford.
They sell drawings on regular days, just that the Special—most erotic piece gets auctioned for top billionaires every month.
The explicit drawings sat on the walls like documents of sin. Bold, dark, and feels too real and stark.
One could c+m just looking at them.
The reception kept receiving men who’re checking the drawings out like they’re in a museum.
But their checks was interrupted when a security guard dragged in a guy from the corner side.
He dragged him up the long staircase, and he was still on the staircase when Stanley and Bobby entered.
“He sneaked in without permission, and he tried to copy the paintings…” The guard reported.
“No that’s not true! I really entered without permission but I wasn’t trying to copy!” The guy shouted.
“Let him go,” Bobby told the security guard who frowned.
Bobby? Letting someone go?
“Really?” The guy gasped in relief.
Bobby smiled, but he didn’t say anything else.
He just passed by his right side, and Stanley passed by his left side.
As they walked past him, the guy’s ears fell on the floor.
They cut it!
He grabbed the two cut spots of his ears which is already bleeding massively, and his eyes widened as he let out a deadening scream.
The knives glimmered with blood in Bobby and Stanley’s hand.
“Let you go? I lied.” Bobby laughed.
“Kill him,” Stanley told the security guard curtly.
Before the guard could pull the trigger on the earless guy, a gunshot echoed from the top of the staircase.
The earless guy got hit on the chest, and he was rolling down the staircase when Bobby and Stanley looked up.
Tierney stood there, gun in hand.
He’s eating wasabi peas from a green bag, and he’s smiling.
“Tier! Your gun sure speaks louder than your voice!” Stanley laughed.
Tierney smiled wider, prouder.
“Since this dude turned 21, we haven’t had a moment of rest.” Bobby muttered.
“I heard that, Mister Bob!” Tierney shouted from the top.
Bobby nearly replied again, but a commotion at the down floor called his attention.
—
[Down Floor]A lady is by the main receptionist desk. Orange color hair, multicolored evening dress, and black heels.
Simple, but she looks like trouble.
She’s beautiful though.
“You heard me right. I request to see the CEO here,” she told the receptionist flatly.
“And I’m telling you there’s nothing like CEO here. We call him Godfather.” The receptionist said.
“Fine, i request to see your Godfather, isn’t he Anthony Coker?” The orange-haired lady said.
“And why would you wanna see father?” Bobby appeared with Stanley, voice strict and deadly.
The orange-haired lady faced him, and Bobby immediately stopped, studying her very well.
From her heels, to her face… especially the hair.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” he muttered unbelievably.
The lady stood still, as if waiting for him to recognize her more.
“Valerie?” Bobby said.
“Hilda’s daughter is still alive after all.” Valerie replied, coming close.
“What the fûck! You have no idea how Nino has been looking for you! He was so sure you’d be very recognizable with your unmistakable orange hair, but you seemed like you lived in the ground cos you were nowhere!” Bobby said.
“Oh I hide pretty well…” Valerie smirked, sitting.
“Hilda’s daughter? I haven’t met her once.” Stanley said.
“Yeah…she forsook Hilda and ran away from the clan when she was 5.” Bobby replied.
“And the reason was?” Stanley asked.
“She was jealous Hilda gave more attention to Nino and us than her. Hilda was a mother of all like you know, but this bî+ch here didn’t like it, so she told Hilda she disowned her as a mother, then she ran away.” Bobby narrated.
“Calling me a bî+ch to my face? Nice.” Valerie muttered.
“Cos you’re really a bî+ch. Who does that?” Stanley said.
Valerie looked at him.
“She died but you didn’t come for burial too, but three years later you’re suddenly here? For?” Stanley continued.
“I don’t know you, so I don’t even know why you’re here talking to me… bastard.” Valerie rolled eyes.
“Bastard?” Bobby grabbed her neck suddenly.
“Bob!” Valerie spat.
“It’s Stanley, what bastard?” Bobby frowned before letting her go.
“F×k you!” Valerie gave them middle fingers.
“I’m guessing you’re here for The Unveiling?” Stanley snickered.
“Heard it’d be the most erotic art piece since the establishment of this company. It’s worth the watch,” Valerie replied.
“Valerie?” Anthony’s voice said, and Valerie spranged up.
Felicia is right beside Anthony.
“It’s really Valerie,” she said in shock.
“Nice meeting you both again after donkey years,,” Valerie smiled, waving them a little.
—
[5pm ~ N+ked Eve Auction Hall]The time didn’t exceed the scheduled time. No extra time at all.
The hall is already decked with shameless, kinky billionaires who came here only for the sake of the new art piece that’d be getting unveiled today.
A lot even flew into the country from far and wide for it as it’s a VVVIP Piece that should be seen even if the bid won’t later work in your favor.
The House Of Coker mobsters are everywhere in the hall, and the spies are also surplus, keeping everyone in check and everything in order.
Sandra, Nino, Bacardi and Emma are on the darkest spots in the hall, all waiting patiently….or impatiently?
Felicia and Valerie stood together. Bobby and Stanley too, with Tierney in-between them.
The press… reporters and certain TV houses are present too to capture the moment. Cameras everywhere.
It’s blinking and glittering, glossing the atmosphere, especially on the large stage.
Anthony is on that stage, smiling brightly as his crisp voice hit the voice aid system.
“This isn’t our usuals. We’ve seen various explicit images, and it’s nearly becoming boring with just female body as the focus. So if you’re planning to bid less than 5 billions here tonight, then you can leave the hall right now.” He addressed.
No one stood.
No one.
Seems every bidder came prepared today, their bid paddles rolled.
“Um… intense…” Anthony said, and Bobby cracked a laughter.
“Now get your billions in place, your eyes in place, and most importantly….your heart in place for the shock as the art piece gets rolled to the stage,” Anthony continued.
Spies rolled a metal wardrobe into the stage. It has tires, so as they pushed it, it rolled easily.
Till it stopped at the middle.
Breaths were held.
Paddles were held tighter.
Chests slammed.
“A countdown from 5,” Anthony said calmly, facing the guests.
And it started.
“5!”
“4!”
“3!”
“2!”
…..
“1!!”
The wardrobe door clicked open soundlessly, and the art piece stepped out in form of a tall human.
Blonde. Hot. Devilishly intimidating.
Leonardo m0therf+kin’ Coker.
TBC.
