TILL D£ATH DO US APART
(The•Devil•I•Loved)
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[Flashback, Last Night – Hertfordshire Hotel]“Aren’t there meals on the table?” Ivanna pointed at the meal table.
“They went cold already,” Leonardo replied.
“Then order for another food, or no! Let’s go out and eat street foods!” She suddenly said, standing.
“Go out like that?” He said from his chair, staring at her bum shorts.
“No… Nardo, don’t start. I’m comfortable with this and i—”
He stood before she could finish, and he entered his bedroom, only to come out with one of his jean pants.
She snatched it from him with an eye roll and went inside to change.
She wore the jean inside without zipping up. She was coming back outside to zip up in front of him and intentionally run him mad again when she saw something.
She stopped by the door and watched the scene from there.
Leonardo—he’s checking out a small white pill on his palm, and he’s communicating with his spy about it over his earbud.
“Is it effective enough to make her sleep immediately she swallows? No side effects?”
Immediately she heard that, she went back inside slowly, backing the wall silently.
“What the hell is that m0therf+ker planning? Dru& me?” She muttered, scoffing slightly.
“Seriously?”
> >
[Fast Forward To The Beach That Same Night>>“Even if you won’t make a wish, I already made one on your behalf. If Santa preserves my life and make me live long, I’ll—mm”
She cut herself off with a moan when he claimed her lips.
He kissed her, and she rubbed the moles on his neck as she responded, but it didn’t last.
He used his tongue to push something down her throat, and she broke the kiss with wide eyes.
He did it. He really dru&ged her.
She held her throat, but she made sure the drug stayed in her throat without going down to her stomach.
She held it there.
“What the hell did you make me swallow? Leo!”
She faked a cough, and her eyes widened again, but she couldn’t say another word before falling intentionally.
Leonardo caught her in his arms and took her back to the car.
> >
[Next Morning At The Hotel]Leonardo stroked her neck before walking out of the room, making sure all security icons are pressed.
He picked up the dru& bag from where it’s sitting, and he left the Suite after wearing his earbud.
A minute after he left, Ivanna sat up in bed, smirking.
She has been pretending to be asleep since last night, and it has been friggin hard. Though, she really fell asleep at some point during midnight, but it didn’t take long before she woke up, and since then, she had to close her eyes and continue her sleep pretence.
“Let’s watch how you react when you see me behind you later. Control, control, control. Who are you to even drug me and decide for me weather i can follow you or not? This is what I was talking about…control freak!”
She was talking to herself as she took off her jean. She hurriedly put on that bum shorts from last night, intending to annoy him more.
He deserves it for doing this.
She poured out all the clothes inside her backpack and left only her leather horsewhip inside.
She mounted the backpack on her back and rolled her hair up to the messy bun which he hates a lot.
She did all these within two minutes, and she rushed out of the Suite after wearing her boots.
“Now imagine if enemies bomb this place…. I’ll become barbeque and die sleeping… The hell?” She continued talking to herself as she entered the elevator fast, wanting to get to the park before he’d leave.
But immediately the elevator began going down, she heard a sudden blast sound, and her eyes widened cos it shook the elevator, and every single light inside it went off, replaced by heat and dark as another blast sound came.
She held the elevator wall for balance, her eyes coming wider than it has ever been.
That sound. That damn sound.
The blast sound came again, and she gasped.
Bombing!
The hotel is getting… bombed? Her ramblings actually came true?
The worse happened when the elevator suddenly stopped moving just when she was about to get to the down floor.
“No…” She slammed her fists on the walls…the four walls.
“Why is it not moving again!! I’m in here!!!! Move!!!” She started punching the walls, thinking of bad sceneries in her head.
Who’d listen to moon stories with Robert and Ginny? She has been waiting for the day she’d meet her real family…is she gonna die here before that day comes?
Will she die here without meeting her Cooper parents who brought her up like their own child?
She banged at the elevator walls again, already crying as her knuckles bled cos she’s banging too hard.
The heat in the elevator is killing. It’s frying her madly, and she’s sweating with parched throat.
The fire is definitely getting close.
“I’m in here!!!! I’m in here!!!!!” She screamed again, gasping.
If smokes starts entering this elevator, then she’d die here before the fire even gets here.
Smokes is her greatest enemy.
She slammed her elbow on the wall desperately, hitting…
“I’m in here!!!!!”
Then…from the elevator roof, a rupture happened. The roof was torn with a rod, and someone jumped inside with her.
She didn’t see the face, and the smell of fire killed the scent, so she thought it’s the bomber, and she moved funny when he touched her.
“Don’t touch me with your hands! Get away!!!”” She screamed, throwing her hard punches and flying kicks.
More elbows, jabs, head slams.
She attacked without giving space for the person to attack…
“Joy calm the f+k! It’s me!” The voice came loudly, and she gasped when she saw the face.
Leonardo.
He’s even sweating more than her, and his suit is stained with black fume residues, hair disheveled and his eyes so shocked.
She calmed down, and he carried her on his shoulders.
From there, she jumped up the elevator.
He followed her, and they’re part of the people who used the hotel emergency staircase.
They used two minutes on the staircase since they’re already close to the base, and they escaped with the rest of the runners.
They ran as far away as they can from the hotel, and just two minutes after their escape, the fire spread to the down floor, and the hotel blasted completely.
Ivanna’s mouth stayed wide as she watched the burning hotel with the rest.
She imagined herself in the hotel, sleeping in bed and just turning barbequed without her own damn knowledge.
She looked at Leonardo, and the most annoying part is that he’s not looking as guilty as he should be.
He looks relieved to have her here, but there’s no glint of guilt.
She walked off, but he immediately followed her.
“Joy!”
No answer.
“Joy!”
She quickned her pace.
“Joy!!” He dragged her back by the arm, but she broke free instantly, raising her hand to his face for a slap.
He didn’t avoid it. He stayed chill, expecting the it, and that softened her. She stopped herself in the last minute and dropped her hand.
“I hate you. I really, really hate you it’s insane! How could you think drugging me would be the best option to stop me from following you to see the kingpin?” She ranted.
“And you would have listened if I told you to stay back and not follow up?” He replied sharply.
“Last night, I was comfortable wearing bum shorts, but you told me to go change, and I changed the shorts just because you said so! What made you think I wouldn’t have stayed back if you told me to do so? For crying out loud, it’s Christmas….”You are reading from www.mhiztaemy.com.ng” I would have probably told you to drop me off at a restaurant and let me eat delicious food till you’ll be back to me, Leo.” She shook her head.
“I understand you want everything your way cos you were brought up that way, but what about me? I’m human too…you can’t always try to control my decisions or try to make decisions for me! Humans are built differently!” She spat.
There was thick hurt in her voice as she said her mind, and he just kept quiet, listening.
“Now..what if I hadn’t seen you with that pill? What if I was asleep up there? The Suite was the target and I’d have probably been burnt to ashes during the first one minute of the bombing…” She continued.
She wanted to talk further, but she just sucked it up and stepped back when she saw a ride.
“Go for your meet, I still hate you by the way…” She muttered, getting in the ride quickly.
Leonardo stood there, watching the car ride away. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, only to see his spy is already calling.
He swiped.
“How were you able to go get her that fast? You were even faster than me!” The spy asked.
“The fourth part of the elevator wall is glass from outside, and it faced the city. I saw her struggling when the elevator hooked at the down floor.” Leonardo replied immediately.
“She didn’t swallow the pill? That’s good news. I bet she’s mad at you right now. You kinda deserve it, Ghost.” The spy chuckled.
“But you think your granddad is behind this?” He asked.
“Marko might be deranged, but he wouldn’t try to kill me. It’s another person I know.” Leonardo replied dryly, the cold air blowing his hair around his forehead.
“Then I guess it’s someone I know, too.” The spy said.
“P4-601, follow the ride Joy took.” Leonardo ordered.
“But you wanted me to do an environmental check on the private ranch!” The spy argued.
“Follow her ride, idiota. If you lose her, I’ll skin you.” Leonardo said.
“Fine, I’ll be on it.”
Leonardo hung up immediately, his thumb going to Ivanna’s line which is now saved as ‘Darling Witch’
He typed a quick text…
Leonardo: You didn’t wait to receive a card. Are you gonna pay for the ride with your blood or pound of flesh?
She left him on read—she didn’t reply.
It’s the first time anyone ever left him on READ. Ever.
His ego felt bruised, but he just pocketed the phone.
If his spy gets to her fast enough, there’d be no problem with the rude.
His eyes went to the burning hotel again, and when he imagined Ivanna in there, burning, he felt his own mental health deteriorating right there. He felt it crumbling.
He felt fear—raw fear just with the thought, and he had to quickly look away and move away from the vicinity of the hotel.
He called the kingpin manager to reschedule the meeting for noon.
<Present Time>
Ivanna’s voice dropped again, clear enough to reach him…
“Stay down, babe. I’ve got this.”
The middle word seems like the only word Leonardo heard. BABE.
His eyes remained unblinked on that ground, he just stared at her from upside down, so her face is far to his eyes, but he’s still looking.
First, she came here unexpectedly after she left in anger in the morning, and now… babe?
Must be his ears playing tricks on him, but that possibility was ruled out when he saw the shocked look on Padrino Marko’s eyes.
Marko is facing her squarely now, and the smirk on his face would cook anyone raw without mercy.
He was with Ivanna in another minute, but before he could touch her, she pointed the whip forward again, the swinging sound sharp.
“I didn’t come here to face-off to you. I came to school the men you brought. Don’t make this a part two of the mud fight cos I won’t mind doing it again…on the ground this time.” She said, the boldness still fresh, still s+×y.
Marko stopped.
Her words meant nothing to his ears, but what she’s holding made his eyes widen.
The whip. His daughter’s whip.
Vera’s whip is what Ivanna is holding. Last he knew was that the whip is inside Leonardo’s private gym and he’s keeping it like his most treasured possession after the lighter.
Now, he burned the lighter with his Citadel, and the whip is with Ivanna?
What the f+k?
The hell is going on?
What is wrong with his grandson’s head? What witchcraft did this witch here use on him?
How dare she….
“I think this scene on the ground should be enough to tell you all you need to know. He’s still as madly strong as your daughter built him to be. It’s not everyday you get to see a man who’d beat 200+ men without collapsing, but he did it, so if you’d calm down and let him be…” Ivanna continued.
Marko’s eyes left the whip, going fast to Ivanna’s face.
His hard features met her unapologetic ones, and he did nothing. He didn’t speak—not even a groan or throat clearing.
He was expressionless too—not a single smirk or bend on his face.
He signalled at his men, and as he walked out of the hall, the men followed him out.
They’re much, so their exit took two full minutes.
They disappeared completely before Ivanna lowered her whip.
She rushed to Leonardo where he’s still laying on the ground. She knelt beside him and lifted his head to her laps, gently.
“You might have taken the most surprising moves award from Marko at this point…” He groaned.
“Just…shut up.” She replied, not even knowing where to touch on his face or body since it’s all bloody.
He smiled, and his eyes nearly closed.
“You’re not an animal, Leo. So… If I didn’t come, you’d have fought the last hundred men he came with? Is your life a white crayon to you? Even white crayons have use these days you motherfucker…” She said.
“Are you saying I should have ran? That’d be more disgraceful than death. I’ve never given up once, Joy. I wasn’t brought up that way…” He replied, taking her hand.
He brought it to his cheek, placing it there flatly so he’d have something warm to feel.
“Stop talking about your upbringing, you’d just make me hate your mother more…” She replied, and he smiled again, showing his bloody teeth.
She used her second hand to move his bloody hair away from his face, then she sniffled.
“Weren’t you mad at me in the morning? Why come here now?”
“Your goddamn spy was following me around and I couldn’t even eat in peace without his eyes on me! It was so creepy and I felt shackled. I had to walk up to him and ask him about the meeting location cos even if I’m mad at you, I’d rather stay with you than have him watching me.” She said genuinely.
“And he told you my location?” He asked, tracing his thumb at the back of her palm.
He’s getting too comfortable in this position—his head on her lap.
Now it’d be a good idea to get brutally wounded everyday.
“He told me your location without even waiting,” she replied.
“That idiot…” Leonardo muttered, and Ivanna smiled slightly.
“What?” He asked, raising an hand to her face. He caressed.
“You kinda look even s+×ier with blood all-over you.” She said.
“Is that why you called me babe?” He replied, and she blinked twice.
“Wait … That was to annoy your granddad!”
“But you still called me that,” he whispered.
“I said…it was to get on your granddad’s nerves. I wanted to see him mad when he hears a mere thief girl calling his mighty grandson babe, and it worked. The look on his face was entertaining!” She laughed.
“At the end of the day, you still called me babe…” He replied.
“C’mon, stop talking about it!” She snapped, but he just chuckled, shifting his head on her laps.
He brought his hand to that lap to rub, and Ivanna smiled again.
“Let’s get you to the hospital, Nardo. You look like a serial killer’s mood board right now.”
“But s+×ier?” He said.
“You’re crazy…” She laughed, lifting his head from her lap.
He stood on his own. He has gathered enough strength right now.
He rested an arm on her shoulder, and she picked her whip from the ground by kicking it up with her boot. Her second hand went around him warmly.
Like that, they left the ranch together, marching dead bodies till they’re completely out.
Shortly after their exit, Moo came out of the meeting room with slightly bruised face and arms.
She folded her arms in front of that room, and Hayden came out too.
Fresh wounds on his face and mouth, on his tummy too so he had to hold the tummy with his hand.
“You heard how your ex was talking to the devilish Marko Esposito cos of Leo? If you ask me, their bond grew deeper, and I won’t blame her. I mean… Leo is hella hot.” She teased.
Hayden left her and started walking out of the ranch.
“Did you do it though?” Moo asked.
“I wouldn’t be this calm if I didn’t do it,” Hayden replied without waiting.
Moo went after him, wanting to hold him by the sides and help him out, but he declined.
“I can walk by myself,”
He left the ranch, and Moo stood there, lifting her sleeve to reveal a large wound on her arm.
She sustained it during the fight…got stabbed with a knife.
“I’m the over-kind one for offering to help him despite my wounds,” she muttered, dialling Monika.
“The report?” Monika asked.
“It’s done, perfectly.” Moo reported.
—
[A Hospital]There’s no hospital close to the ranch, so Ivanna had to rely on their ride to bring them here. It’s an hour drive from the ranch.
She intentionally allowed only male nurses attend to him, and the nurses worked cautiously when they saw his tattoos.
The Outfit influence might be light in this place, but they’re still known. Who wouldn’t know the dragon tattoo mobsters?
Ivanna stayed aside as he got attended to.
The gash around his temple, the rib tear, the knife stab at his back, the chain wounds on his neck. His broken nails which entered his flesh. His bleeding head.
He’s got handful of wounds, and it took over an hour before the treatment rounded up.
By the time the male nurses got done, it was 5pm.
Ivanna finally came closer, and he pulled her to his laps before she could say anything.
The nurses left the ward.
His hands went tangled at the back of her waist, and Ivanna shifted his hair away from his face.
“Renata said your mum hated this hair,” she said.
“And you do, too.” He replied.
“No I don’t, I just feel uncomfortable whenever I feel the fullness on my skin, but I do like how it looks on you. Not like you can get rid of the gene.” She replied, bringing her arms around his neck. She wrapped it there slowly.
“I once considered getting a buzz cut when you cringed anytime I hugged you…” He said.
“What! Why would you do that? I’m not Vera, so do what makes you happy. f you can break free from her sick teachings, then… It’d be great. You’d become Leonardo, not just VV’s marionette.” She replied.
He met her eyes, and she touched his hair at the back…
His neck craned, and red his lips found hers. He kissed her, using her waist as anchor.
She kissed back, fisting his dark hair and rubbing his bare shoulder.
The kiss didn’t get shy cos they’re in an hospital ward. It didn’t get coy cos of the smell of antiseptics.
Instead, they both caged each other closer, his hands going from her waist to her hips. Hers went from her shoulders to his face, guiding it strictly so she could eat his lips harder. He gave it to her.
The passing nurses and doctors in front of that ward were passing with wide eyes and mouths.
Leonardo’s hand slid to the back of her head, and that was game over, cos the moment he pushed her head closer and had her upper and lower lip in his mouth, she moaned.
But at the same time, she’s losing breaths, so she pulled away.
With difficulty, he let go, and her small lips slid wetly out of his mouth.
“We’re in a hospital, Nardo.” She muttered, licking her lips.
“Let’s leave…” He wanted to stand, but she pushed him back.
“Are we going back to Chicago tonight?” She whispered.
“We’re not returning till tomorrow night,” he replied, and she smiled.
“Then… right now…you need to eat. Food…” She said.
“In a private yacht?” He said.
“Yacht? Will that really be… possible?” She muttered.
“We have less influence here, but we have properties. A private yacht is one of it. I’ll call the manager to set it on water. It’s still Christmas till 12am, I can still make it memorable to make up for drugging you.” He said.
“Do it…” She stroked his eyebrows, and he picked his phone.
First thing he saw was missed calls from his Chicago spies.
He texted them instantly.
Leonardo: Can’t pick up till 12am. Text me instead, I’ll read.
Then he called the yacht manager, and while he talked to him with an hand to his phone, he held Ivanna’s hand with his second hand, taking her out of the hospital ward.
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[Chicago, 10pm~ Armando Mansion]“What! A billion missing from the vault? Don’t wander too much! It’s definitely trashvanna! That thief is smarter than you think, believe me.” Lissa said immediately the news reached her ears.
She’s at the gazebo with her parents, all still enjoying the Christmas air.
“Anthony was defending them like his life depended on it. I couldn’t believe it. He’s starting to get bewitched too.” Penny said, eating from her pasta.
“There’s just something about the trashvanna girl and I can’t pinpoint it. Till now, I still don’t get how she was able to mess with Leo’s head. Fûck, I get migraine thinking about it I’m telling you.” Lissa said.
“Before I went to jail, I know how Leonardo was. This dude hated touching ladies! He got s+x workers in his Citadel but he just ordered them to touch themselves while he watched, but now?” Thaddeus smirked. “It’s different,”
“I’m unfazed though. After this Christmas, things will start getting sizzling again.” Lissa said.
“And your confidence stretches from the fact that you have Ivanna’s parents?” Penny asked.
“Yeah, right.” Lissa shrugged.
“Oh… finally decided to come clean?” Thaddeus smiled.
“But that doesn’t mean you get to pry, just leave me alone and let me do my thing. I think Leo’s spies are finally around me, but I have it all handled.” Lissa replied, drinking wine.
“How?” Penny asked.
“I told you not to pry, just wait for news, and know that I’m working with the Padrino” Lissa replied.
“The Padrino will return to Chicago tonight. He was supposed to come back tomorrow, but something must have happened to push him back. I wonder what….” Thaddeus said.
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[Phoenix Valley]Marko only allowed the valley guards to take his bag from the car trunk when he arrived. He didn’t reply to their greetings which sounded filthy to his ears.
After he left the private ranch in Britain, he didn’t bother returning to his hotel. He only contacted the hotel guards to pack his bag and meet him at the airport, then he came in a late flight cos staying another hour in Britain would have ran him mad.
He was thinking it’s a small matter before, but hearing her call him babe? That graceless title meant for lesser men… he lost it.
Then…seeing Vera’s legendary whip with her was the last straw.
That was when he knew teaching him a lesson wouldn’t cover it.
He needs to take action—take the bull at the horns.
How did it get this worse?
He was soundless as he stepped into the house, but he stopped by the door when his closet valley guard whispered something to his ear…
He looked up, and as his gaze clashed with the guard’s, his features hardened even more.
That guard led the way, and he followed him.
In the valley, there are many suites and apartments for the brigadiers and normal day visitors, but there’s also underground dungeon just like the clan estate.
They entered Marko’s room, and Marko pulled the bookshelf in the room. The shelf opened like a door cos it’s originally a door.
The shelf front is just a decoy — a camouflage.
He entered the door with that guard, and they met another door which Marko opened with his thumbprint.
They stepped inside the dungeon properly. There’s no stairwell here, just straight inside.
There are two cell rooms, and inside the first one, Erica and Leroy are seated on the ground.
Lissa moved them here yesterday after Marko flew to Britain.
The couple look even more wretched than they looked in the sheepfold. Almost all their toenails and fingernails are gone cos Lissa took pleasure in pulling them off, so the nail spots are all wounded.
They stayed close to each other, breathing cautiously cos the air is limited here, but their eyes are slightly open to see what’s going on.
“A news about a new Cooper family member came out two days ago, and Miss Lissa suspected it might be a trap, so she moved them here yesterday after you left, then she went to check the location of the family member, but she found no family member. It was indeed a trap, so it’s a good thing she brought them here.” The guard explained.
He brought a thumb finger out of his pocket—a plastic finger, but Marko’s fingerprints has been drawn in it.
“Thankfully, i had this with me, so I came to lock them here.” He said.
Marko took the plastic finger and got a cigar lighter from the guard.
He set the finger on fire and watched it burn slowly on the ground till it melted.
“From now on, I’m the only one with access to this dungeon. I can’t take chances with the only thing I can reset Leo’s head with.” He said.
“I understand, Padrino.” The guard stepped back respectfully.
Marko looked at the couple in the dungeon. Their wretchedness and helplessness made him click his tongue, taking off his glasses.
He began walking out, and thr guard followed after.
As he walked, he finally allowed an expression on his face—a smirk.
“You pushed me to the edge, Leo. Now I hope you’re ready to bear the consequences. At this rate, I’ll traumatize you more than your mother did.” He thought.
He closed the shelf back after he exited with the guard, and while the guard left the bedroom, Marko stripped and stepped into the bathroom for his bath.
He came out five minutes later after a quick shower, but the bedroom wasn’t like how he left it again.
Now, he didn’t only feel his own weight. He felt the weight of another person, and it got closer and closer till it flashed behind his head.
He went down with the swiftness of a sharp blade, and the knife flew past his head. He escaped getting stabbed.
He turned with a twist, and he saw Bobby behind himself.
Bobby stood there with murderous red eyes created by a mix of the dru&s he inhaled.
“I’ve waited so long for this day, who knew it’d come this fast?” Marko grinned. “Let me guess, grandson. You found out what I did to Wendy?”
Bobby lunged for him again, slicing the air with the knife then tumbling his body over the bed.
He stood with a leg, and the other one went to the old man on the ground. Marko moved out of the way, so the leg met his wardrobe, shaking off his suits and ties.
Bobby picked one of the ties and threw it forward. It caught Marko’s neck, but before he could wrap it on the neck, Marko went anticlockwise, the tie fell from his neck.
Bobby threw the knife to him, and the blade gave Marko a small cut on the shoulder before it got stuck on the wardrobe wood.
A little blood trickled out of Marko’s shoulder, and when he felt it, he smiled.
“That was a hit i intentionally let you give me. Now that you’ve seen my blood, how do you feel, grandson?”
“Damn you, Marko! Damn you and your dead daughter!!” Bobby yelled, wanting to pound the old man’s head to the wall, but Marko pulled the wardrobe door, and Bobby got hit in the face violently.
“You dated Wendy for how many years? Was it five or six? And I was watching you in silence! You shouldn’t have taken my silence for nothingness! I’d always make a move no matter how long it takes! How dare you even dream of feelings!”
“It is my feelings! It is mine! My own! My damn heart! What right do you have, old frump! What right do you have to direct everything! Wendy was everything to me!” Bobby cried.
“You’re delusional, Bobby. Delusional won’t even start describing your senseless beliefs! Be glad that I killed the weakness, and now that your brother is bringing up another weakness, watch me eliminate her too, together with her family!”
“No don’t you dare touch my Leo, don’t you dare touch my brother or Ivanna! Don’t you dare!!!”
“What you fail to understand is that…so far you bear my Esposito surname, you have no escape route from this legacy, and I’m not even gonna argue with you. Wait for the act.”
Bobby became silent, and Marko felt it… again.
It’s baffling how he’s able to feel shifts in the air or the weight of people, but it’s a insane ability which made him turn swiftly, but he wasn’t fast enough to avoid what was coming.
A bullet—from a silent gun.
Renata is the one holding the silent gun, and the bullet she shot from it hit Marko in the arm.
His blood spilled.
Renata pulled the trigger again, aiming for a second shoot, but before she could shoot, the guard from earlier came back and hit the butt of a gun on her head from behind.
Renata went down flat, and Bobby’s eyes widened much.
He rushed over to her.
“Aunt Renata!” He crouched beside her.
Instantly, the guard shot him with a tranquilizer gun. The syringe entered Bobby’s neck, and he fell loudly, right beside Renata.
“I can’t believe they both connived to kill me. My own daughter and my grandson? What a senseless move, and they couldn’t even use a impressive method.” Marko sighed, glancing at his bleeding arm.
“Do I throw them out of the valley so they’d wake tommorow morning and meet themselves on the road?” The guard asked.
“No. Keep them in the big freezer, but don’t plug it. I won’t wanna be the first man to freeze his daughter and grandson to death. Just keep them there. Things are starting to get interesting now.” Marko sighed.
One by one, the guard dragged Renata and Bobby out.
Marko called in another guard to get the bullet out of his arm, and another guard to report how things went about the individual missions he gave the siblings.
“Nino and Miss Sandra handled the CEO. He was bombed with his car on Christmas Eve.” The reporter said.
“Now I feel like Sandra is my only deserving grandchild, I was wide awake when I gave her the Top Girl title. The rest are acting bastardized.” Marko groaned.
“And about Miss Cardi and Robert….” The reporter continued.
Marko opened his eyes and told the one removing his arm bullet to pause.
“Let me guess, they couldn’t handle the cartels?”
“Ivanna and Nino handled a lot of the cartels when they were still teammates with Robert, but now that Robert and Miss Bacardi are a team….” The guard replied.
“Oh I know what you’re gonna say…” Marko replied, gritting his jaws.
—
[Toga Clubhouse, 12am]Bacardi and Robert’s car touched down at the clubhouse at 12 on the dot, and when they both hopped out of the car at a time.
Now this is different from two nights ago when they came and left differently cos of Alexa.
Bacardi held Robert’s arm, but Robert’s two hands are in his pockets nonchalantly.
He re-braided his hair, so he looks more handsome this night in his jean and black sweatshirt.
The dress code is intentional cos Bacardi wore short black knickers and the long-sleeved top.
Their steps aligned as they stepped into the club passway with their plan intact, but when they arrived at the door, Robert removed Bacardi’s hands from his arm, and she gave him a frowned face.
“No don’t pout, we can’t act close if we wanna enter through Alexa, I told you.” Robert said.
“Gawd…I can’t promise I won’t wound Alexa if she touches you inappropriately, I swear.” Bacardi replied seriously.
“Cardi stoppp… Your granddad is back in the country tonight and we can’t risk not getting the job done. This cartel goes down tonight I don’t even wanna know the process.” He replied, and she looked away.
“Don’t make that face…” He said.
“This is torture. You’re the same person who teased me with your wicked c+k last night without actually f+kin me… you’re effing merciless.” She replied.
“You asked to be punished, now you’re complaining?” Robert chuckled at her face.
But he was quick to step away from her when he sighted someone from the door of the club.
It’s Alexa, coming out like the queen of the damn night.
“I thought you gave up already, I was already losing hope.” She squealed.
That night after Bacardi left, Alexa actually offered Robert a invite to the club, and he didn’t throw away the opportunity. He took it.
“You didn’t introduce me to her,…the lady beside you.” She said, glancing at Bacardi with malice.
“Bacardi, she’s a friend. You could say best friends.” Robert said.
“She doesn’t seem to like me, she’s literally strangling me with her eyes but I don’t seem to care. Let’s go in, Robert!” Alexa took Robert’s arm.
Bacardi nearly pushed her to death immediately, but she had to hold herself back and act collected.
Professional.
She followed behind them, and being the daughter of the club owner, Alexa didn’t need the blood card to take the two inside with her.
The interior of the club is just like the interior of Hellfire Brothel too.
They copied the clan inside and outside, even the Sin Rooms and 0rg@sm Halls are the same.
No difference.
Bacardi saw different p+xies, different co+k, different @r$es and b👀bs. The n+kedness here is much worse than the brothel’s, that’s the only notable difference.
The sp+rm-drinking competition is the same here too. There are four cups of sp+rm in the front, and four slû+s are in a competition of who’d finish drinking her cup first.
“I see why granddad wants this cartel closed. How dare they steal protocol from our brothel?” Bacardi muttered.
She noticed she’s starting to lose her way, so she focused on following Robert and Alexa.
Alexa is like a parrot, talking on and on and on and introducing Robert to the club managers as her boyfriend.
Bacardi just pretended she didn’t hear, till the introduction ended and they entered a room.
The last exclusive room.
In there, it’s different. It’s dark, just the silhouette of a red light which peered in from the hanging chandelier.
On the red velvet chair, there are two identical guys with buzz cuts, red suits and dangerous appearances.
The Toga brothers. There’s no mistaking them.
Alexa’s seniors.
There’s a slû+ on the same couch with them, and the two are f+kin the slû+ at a time. One from the front and one from the back. A full-blown threesome.
“Brothers! Look who I brought!” Alexa announced, dragging Robert to sit across.
The guys managed to look up from the threesome they’re doing.
The shorter one hit the lights, and it showered everyone in the room completely.
“The boyfriend you told us about?” That shorter one said.
“Of course! I told you he has braids! Look at it!” Alexa said proudly.
The other brother who hasn’t talked got up, walking towards the door where Bacardi stood.
“Look at that…who’s she!”
“Oh…that’s Bacardi, Robert’s friend.” Alexa chirped in intentionally.
Robert couldn’t blink, but his hands were already knotting as that second brother got closer and closer to Cardi.
“Should I thank you for bringing her, Alexa? You know I love girls with thick laps like this!” He said loudly, raising her hand to spank Bacardi’s laps when he got to her.
Robert stood, swiftly.
—
[Britain, Zorro Sea]The water is the coldest choice for yacht riding, so Leonardo purposely choose it.
He has been on the ride with Ivanna for an hour now, and it still feels like they’re just starting.
The meal table inside the yacht lower deck has varieties of food plates, and the food is all cleared.
They ate it all, just the two of them. Though, Ivanna had to force him whenever they’re about to start a new meal entirely.
He protested at first, but he’d still end up doing the eating.
Through the mealtime, she noticed he might like Mac and cheese cos he ate it the most, and seeing his eat might pass as the most interesting thing ever.
He eats healthily.
Now they’re at the second wing, and she’s with a telescope which she’s trying to stare into the water with.
She’s standing by the yacht railings, wearing a beach gown which barely covered her body.
The material is see-through, and very easy to tear. The worse part is she only wore g-strings under it, so she’s literally n+ked.
She placed the telescope closer to her eyes, staring into the water again. It’s too dark she ain’t seeing nothing.
Leonardo who has been busy chatting with the Citadel builders finally came to her.
There are plasters and few patches on his body and face from the hospital treatment.
“Don’t be silly, you really think you’d catch anything at night?” He said.
She took the telescope away from her eyes and faced him.
“I know it’s too late to have any view, I was just keeping myself busy since you were busy chatting the builders. Did they finally reset the burnt part of the Citadel?” She asked simply.
“Yeah, as expected.” He replied, moving closer to get a hair strand away from her forehead.
“You notice every little thing, it’s scary at times…” She said.
“Only about you.” He replied aptly, turning to the river.
Ivanna was still looking at him as he stared at the water, but she eventually smiled and picked a cup of tea from the deck table.
She drank.
“You’ve never visited this yacht before?” She asked.
“No. The only place I was ever allowed to visit when mum was alive was the park, and the purpose of going was to make fun of the other kids cos she said they were miserable for living normal, and yes, I wasn’t allowed to visit the amusement part without her. She was with me at every point…you could call her my shadow.” He replied, still staring at the water.
Ivanna watched his expression, silently as the water breeze carried her hair to her face. She brushed it back slowly, then resumed staring at him. His whole focus seems to be on the water, as the waves kissed that yacht.
Not wanting to talk about his mother again, she shifted the topic.
“The bombing—”
“It’s Thaddeus, too obvious.” He cut her off, still looking at the water.
“The top brigadier hook isn’t enough anymore, now he wants to kill The future Don?” Ivanna replied, dropping her tea.
“I know the hook to pull on him when I arrive tomorrow. No more talks about that bastard,” Leonardo replied, glancing at her, but he didn’t glance for long before looking away.
“Wait here…” Ivanna suddenly said, already going in, and that was when he gave her his full unshared attention.
“Don’t come in till after three minutes!” Ivanna continued and rushed inside the yacht upper VIP suite where the small room is.
Leonardo released the breaths he has been holding, looking down at his midsection. His c+k is hard as f+k, reason he has been avoiding looking at her since the start.
She was tempting him, and that was the longest self-control he has ever practiced. Now that she’s gone, it did nothing to even lessen the effects. He felt too hot he had to take her teacup and drink from it.
Too sweet.
He nearly spit it out, but he drank it, then he dropped the cup on the bare ground, breaking it before walking over it into the VIP suite.
It collided with when the three minutes got completed, and when he entered, he stopped by the door, frozing at the scene in front of him.
Ivanna.
She’s in the bed.
The sorry excuse of a gown on her body is gone, even her g-strings is gone.
She’s starkly n@ked.
Fully n+ked in all her glory, but that wasn’t all.
She looks like she got dipped in an ice cream tub. From her br+sts, to the p+×xy, to the stomach, to the thighs…
She rubbed ice cream on herself…the vanilla flavor, and it’s even starting to melt. The scent wafted around like the seven sins.
Leonardo’s head dipped, and his brains went crushed under his skull.
The doorknob slid away from his hold when she widened her legs. The ice cream is melting on her pu+xy already, dripping over the pinkness.
He went totally mad at the sight.
“. Joy……”
“Please…tell me you have a c0nd0m. I wanna feel what it’s like to get f+ked in a private yacht, babe. Come take the Christmas gift.” Ivanna whispered.
TBC.
