Simon wanted to ask what the woman who just walked in wanted, but the frustrated look on Nick’s face kept him from asking the question. It seems things were a little complicated with these two. “I can’t talk now, Julia. I’ve a murderer on the run,” Nick said, his tone was more like he was pleading. “I don’t care Nick, I want to talk to you now, tell this man to give us some privacy, I’ll be quick.” Julia fired back, she wasn’t even taking what Nick was saying into consideration. All she wanted to do was clear her mind, she had decided to stick to one person, after crying her eyes out the other night. “I’ll be at the reception, Nick,” Simon chipped in, glancing at Julia who seemed a little surprised to see him here. Julia wondered if he was also a cop like Nick, but he wasn’t looking like one. “I’m sorry -,” “I don’t want to hear it Julia, please, not now. I’ve so much on my head. You made me so miserable, added to my pain. The only good you can do for me now is to leave me alo
“How long till backup gets here?” Simon asked, he was tired of waiting. They had been on standby for over thirty minutes, watching the building. Gonzalez may want to leave the house soon, it was almost 9am which was business hour. “It’ll take another fifteen minutes, why are you so worked up. It seems you don’t know who we’re up against,” Nick replied. They had moved to the back seat, watching the building with binoculars. “What do you mean?” Simon inquired, removing his gaze from the binoculars and staring at Nick who was busy focusing his gaze in his own. “Ryan Gonzalez is a mafia gangster, they deal in drugs secretly, but you’d never know. You cannot arrest them, since you would never find evidence; they also have people within the government who backs them up. If the police is posing a threat, they’ll fight back,” Nick explained. Maybe it wasn’t bad having a partner, if only he had given Angelina the chance for her to blend with him, maybe he wouldn’t be feeling so much guilt
It wasn’t Gonzalez, it was his father Ryan Fisher; Nick was confused; what was going on. This was supposed to be Gonzalez’s car, why was his father using the same car, when they had a dozen fleets. The police were also confused, the man they had been warranted to arrest was different from the man standing in front of them now. “Where is Ryan Gonzalez?” The cop who had previously used the mic to call out the target spoke again. “If you’re hiding him somewhere or using this as a diversion, we would be forced to take you into custody until you provide him.” the cop warned, staring at Ryan Fisher. Fisher was looking very confused and innocent, he had no clue why they wanted Gonzalez; but he was sure that his son had gone of the rails again. “I’m Gonzalez’s father, and this is my car. I don’t know where my son his right now. He doesn’t stay permanently in Ohio,” Fisher spoke on top of his voice for everyone to hear him clearly. He wondered what crime Gonzalez had committed this time,
“If it’s not the man himself, never thought I’d see you here , Simon.” Freddy said, without altering the hilarious smile on his face. “What’s going on Freddy, who’s this man?” Fisher asked, he was standing behind Freddy, yet he could see Simon clearly. Freddy turned around and looked at him, the smile hadn’t left his face. “This is the man I was talking to you about just now, if the rumors are true, then this is man Gonzalez tried to murder,” Freddy revealed. Simon and Fisher were both surprised at what Freddy just said. Fisher had never seen this man before, he wondered why Gonzalez would want to kill one of Freddy’s men when he knows quite well the implications of it. What surprised Simon wasn’t the fact that Freddy already knew who was after him, it was the fact that Freddy and Ryan Fisher knew each other. Nevertheless, the surprise didn’t last long, it was a normal phenomenon for two different mafia groups to know each other. Although most of them weren’t always in good ter
Diana didn’t know whether to answer Simon’s question or report to Fisher’s office immediately. This was the second time Fisher was summoning her to his office, the first experience she had, gave her a reason to quit. Gonzalez and Fisher had the same womanizing traits in them. Simon was curious and suspicious about Fisher calling Diana into his office, father and son might actually have something planned without the police knowing. “Sorry, Simon, I’ve to go,” Diana said, giving him a sad look. She left for the shelf to adjust herself. Somehow, Fisher did save her from revealing the truth to Simon, but it wasn’t much of a save, if she was entering hell itself. Nevertheless, Simon was going to ask that same question sooner or later. Fisher just mainly delayed her response, and she wouldn’t have lied if he hadn’t showed up. She was prepared to tell him everything, there was no need to hide something from a man who risked his life for her, whether or not he would change towards her; s
Diana took two steps backwards, her heartbeat slowly getting faster, she was looking into Fisher’s lustful eyes. Even though she knew this was exactly what he wanted to do in his office, there was no exact way to wade him off. For the main time, he was still her boss and she had to obey him. “It’s gonna be quick Diana, no one would know. Okay, here’s the thing, I’ll increase your salary, three times the normal pay. How’s that?” Fisher whispered. His awful breath stinging her nostrils, there was no way she’d let a man like this take advantage of her. What he just said irritated her the more, she felt like stabbing him in the face. “I’m not an escort Mr. Fisher, please leave me be! I’m satisfied with my payment,” Diana said, she glanced backwards, realizing that she was almost where the guards were. She had to find a way to escape, for one reason she couldn’t explain; Diana wished Simon would come through that door and save her. ‘When did he become your bodyguard Diana!’ A voice r
“What the - “ Simon paused immediately he saw that it was Diana, the different colored disco light hovering over her face. She was surprised but the soberness didn’t leave her face. Why was he here? Why was he in the dance floor? Simon had never came to the dance floor ever since he started visiting the nightclub. “Diana, I....are you okay?” Simon stuttered, glancing from her eyes, down to her body. A concerned look on his face; he wasn’t sure how he was going to tell her what he actually wanted to do. Sitting there on the stool and reminiscing on what Julia had told him, he had lost his patience and wanted fo run all the way to Mr. Fisher’s office without a second thought, it was a good thing they bumped into each other. Who knows what would have happened, if he had burst down Fisher’s door. “Yes, I am. Are you dancing?” Diana made the question seem like a joke. She wanted to clear the thoughts in her head and the soberness on her face. Even though she suspected something she didn
Simon held her gaze, raising his eye brows. She had a serious look on her face, it seems she already knew, like she just needed confirmation or she was trying to buy time for herself. He sighed and took a sip at his Negroni, pressing his lips together as the liquid burned down his throat. A quick glance at Julia, she wasn’t looking at them this time, but Simon was sure that she was eaves dropping. There was no way they’d speak for her not to hear, only if she’s busy with a customer or not paying attention. “I was worried.” Simon said the words, looking straight into the opposite blue eyes in front of him. He didn’t want to go into details all at once. This time, Diana’s confused look wasn’t fake, it was genuine, even though she had the hunch of what he was getting at. “Worried of what?” She asked, gesturing with her hands. Her eyes holding Simon’s gaze. “I was worried because of you, I don’t want to lie to you Diana, it was taking too long, so I thought something bad had happene