Chapter 4

“You going out?”, Orianne asked after Amos came out of his room in a different casual attire. They had their dinner a while ago and now just enjoying the night.

“The boys invited me for a drink at the shore. If you’re free, we’ll go together”, Amos answered while eyeing Orianne who is comfortably sitting beside the window in her silk robe while scanning through a magazine.

“Hmm? They might become conscious of me and won’t enjoy the night. Enjoy the rest of the night, mister”, she said and smiled after. Amos scratched the back of his head and lowered his head.

“Is that how we’ll be addressing each other then?”, he asked in a soft voice. He knew he started it all and just having his fiance ride on his joke made him realize how cheesy he was in that video.

“Pardon?”

“Nothing, miss. You can come with me. My men already know that you’ll become their future mistress. I would be the only one without a companion since all of them caught some women a while ago”, he said the last sentence in a soft voice before looking away from Orianne.

“We still got tomorrow so I respect their wish of just having fun tonight. Enjoy the rest of the evening, mister”, she said and Amos just nodded. He didn’t want to insist on making Orianne go with him.

“Sleep tight, then, miss”, he said before going out. Orianne put down the magazine and called the front desk. 

“Good evening, young miss.”

“Listen. Make sure that my fiance wouldn’t get in trouble tonight and alert the kitchen to prepare some snacks and food for them. I don’t want to wake up with a bad news”, she said and looked out the window where she could see the set-up of Amos’ group. Their group had a lot of people, including women, so it was easy to spot them.

“Copy that, young miss.”

Orianne placed the cellphone back as she sat on the sofa and grabbed her laptop. Morning was the time to work for their legal business and the night was time to work for the illegal one. 

“Good evening, Lady K! Your business doesn’t really fail to impress me. Our event is being totally enjoyed by everybody and my partners even insisted on extending it until the next day!”, the old man on the screen said as he ended his statement with a laugh. Lady K is how people address her in dark business world.

Orianne could hear the murmurs and giggles of women on the man’s background and she rolled her eyes. Khosty mafia, belonging to the de Asis family, specializes in arranging events for high-profile people. Their events feature cage fighting, serving rare and high-quality drugs and drinks, and of course, the countless women and men for their guests’ extra fun.

“Mister Gusev, it’s nice to know that you enjoy our service. Extending the party won’t be a problem but you have to pay the cage fighters triple, no matter if they win or loose”, she said as she laid the laptop on the table after putting it on speaker. She grabbed two Chinese pins and went near the glass wall.

“Triple? Of course!”

“And not just the cage fighters, even our strippers”, she added in a louder voice while fixing her hair in a bun and securing it with the pins.

“Got it all covered, Lady K!”, the man answered.

“It was good having business with you, Mister Gusev”, Orianne said and ended the call.

“And now for the events”, she said as she stretch her arms and studied who their next client was and how they want their event to be done. Every event they receive is being filtered by the Khosty Mafia’s team first before reaching Orianne for approval. 

“Miss Awasis, this event in Italy should be our top priority. It involves the Aldila Mafia so alert the team in charge of this so I can have an overview of their plan”, Orianne said. Using exoplanet’s names have been their way of addressing their messengers.

“Copy that, Lady K. The team will report tomorrow at twenty-three hundred. Any more follow-ups?”

“That’s just it. I believe the planning team can handle this minor events and all reports must be sent to me any time tomorrow after twenty-one hundred only”, Orianne answered while checking her phone.

“Copy that. Have a good evening, Lady K.” 

She ended the call then browsed through the details of the upcoming event in Italy. This was going to be a big event, she thought. She went through more data when she heard the phone ringing. She got up from the sofa and picked up the telephone. She noticed the clock wall and it was already two in the morning.

“Good morning, young miss. Mr. Hachatrjan is having an argument with a woman. He just got slapped twice”, the staff on the phone reported.

“And does that spell trouble?”, she asked since she doesn’t see it as a big problem and she knew Amos wouldn’t hurt a woman.

“He’s pointing a gun at her, young miss, and he threw that gun to one of our staff. No worries, the young man is safe since he managed to miss the shot. He’s currently fighting with his men, young miss”, the staff reported continuously that Orianne put down the phone and messaged Awasis to report when she gives her the go-signal. She immediately headed towards the elevator afterwards.

The elevator opened and the people at the front desk just bowed at her. Some male staffs followed her behind. She was still wearing her fluffy slippers as she was in a hurry. She could hear grunts and curses and some people shouting “stop” when she neared the crowd.

“Fuck, Vlad! Let me the fuck go! Damn it!”, Orianne heard and she was pretty sure where that came from. She heard some women scream as a loud thud hit the ground. She squeezed her way through the crowd and stopped for a bit when she was in front. She scanned the crowd and saw a crying woman being comforted by, she thinks, her friends. And of course at the center was Amos fighting his own men as they tried to stop him from his rampage.

She just stood there and asked the woman beside her.

“What happened?”

“Ah, Roksana suddenly slapped that man, right there. We don’t know why she did it but he suddenly pulled out a gun and pointed it at her. Thankfully, a staff came but got scared off”, the woman said and Orianne just nodded. 

“Where is the gun?”, she asked the woman again and she just pointed at one of Amos’ men holding it. He was still fighting and didn’t notice Orianne at the side. 

Orianne looked at one of the male staff and nodded. With their convincing, they managed to disperse the crowd who still wanted to watch. Orianne went near the man who was holding the gun and poked him. 

“Give it to me”, she said when the table where the drinks and foods were served was smashed when Amos threw one of his men. More tried to stop him but it was futile. He was indeed the Hachatrjan’s pride and honor.

The man noticed right away who Orianne was and handed it to her.

“It’s empty, young miss. He emptied it before pointing at the woman”, he said while Orianne checked if it was truly empty. 

“You also carry a gun, don’t you? Give it to me”, she ordered and dropped the gun with no bullets. The man didn’t hesitate and pulled out his pistol. Everything was a mess and some men laid on the sand grunting while others still tried to stop the raging Amos.

“Your name?”

“It’s Andros, young miss.”

“Thank you, Andros.”

Orianne held the gun with her right hand. She pointed it at Amos and the man beside her just mumbled “You’re fucked”.

A gunshot was heard and only the waves from the beach could be heard after. Orianne lowered her hand and watched how Amos turned around to face her. His right shoulder was bleeding and his eyes lit as the moon shone on them. Orianne handed the gun back to the man and watched how Amos dropped one of his men and started heading her way. His eyes were full of anger and had blood slowing from his mouth and right eyebrow. 

Since Andros was holding the gun, Amos concluded that it was him who fired it. He was only focused on Andros that he missed Orianne beside him. When he was near, Orianne didn’t hesitate getting down and giving him a back sweep. He fell on the ground and immediately reacted to getting up but Orianne sat on his torso first, held his neck and pointed her sharp fingernail on his forehead firmly.

“Leave. All.Of.You”, she said, stressing every word. Their eyes locked and Amos’ angry eyes were now wide in shock. Orianne was looking straight at him as the men around them got up, still grunting, and were assisted by the staff.

Orianne lowered her head until some strands of her hair were now falling on Amos’ face.

“And.You.Mister. I thought you’re just going to drink”, she said all smiles, but her eyes say otherwise.

Amos recovered from his shock and gripped Orianne’s wrist, the one pointing at his forehead. He transferred that hand on his neck, now both her hands were strangling him, but not enough to make him ran out of breath, just there to warn him.

“Ah, damn it. Just choke me.”