"Come over this way and sit, Bishop. We were just discussing business" Stone smiled, beckoning on Bishop to sit with them. "What's the bitch doing in here?" Thom Redd asked, looking at Chelsea. "Say the word bitch again and your name won't be the only thing that's red" Bishop replied threateningly, his tone seething with hate."Manners, please" Stone turned to Thom sternly. Then he turned to Bishop. "Please do tell us who the pretty lady is. It's not everyday a woman sits with men to discuss such matters" he said, eyeing Chelsea with a smile."It is the Pope's orders that she sits in on this business meeting. You have a problem with that?" Bishop replied."No way, not at all. I felt like I should have been briefed earlier on that we would be having such a gracious face join us today" Stone said smilingly. "Please sit with us" he gestured for the duo to sit.Chelsea smiled within herself, seeing as Stone was already pleased by her appearance. She had taken an extra attention to her a
Chelsea walked into the mansion beside Bishop. She walked elegantly with an air of pride and confidence, a smirk curved across her lips. Dylan sat majestically, watching her as she entered. He immediately smiled as he saw her look of confidence. They got to him and Bishop related the outcome of the business 'meeting'. "Stone has learnt his lesson. He will not be taking or even think of considering any deals outside those involving us or our supplies" he said plainly. "Beautiful. Just how was this lesson taught?" Dylan smiled, leaning backwards in his chair as his ears were piqued for hearing some graphic details. Bishop turned to Chelsea. "Raven put a bullet in his left eye. She said it was to remind him to look away when tempted with such deals" he said.Dylan smirked in satisfaction. He eyed Chelsea approvingly, his gaze telling that he was pleased with her. "And the new supplier?" Dylan turned to Bishop. Bishop sighed quietly. "He was one of our own, previously. Thom Redd" h
Chelsea gently took off her dress and admired her reflection in the dressing mirror. She caressed her outline passionately, smiling at her figure. She placed her right leg on the table below the dressing mirror and pulled out the pistol from the strap on her thigh. She also removed the strap and gently placed it together with the firearm in a drawer below the dressing mirror.After satisfying her eyes with her physique and appearance and reassuring herself of her perfect bodily and facial beauty, she walked elegantly to her bed and laid down gently. The only pieces of 'clothing' on her were her brassiere and panties. She closed her eyes and reminisced on the day's events. She was definitely certain that she had caught Dylan's eye. After proving her penal disposition, he had all his doubts cleared. She smiled as she felt herself drawing closer and closer to her goal. She heard a knock on her door and immediately stood up. She waltzed to the door, humming a pop tune. She opened the do
Chelsea opened her eyes and turned to Dylan on the bed. He was fast asleep. She had lost track of time but she remembered she had fallen asleep too after the sex. She also remembered the last thing she heard from him. He had answered her question in the way she expected. She had played her emotional card and it had worked. Originally, she feared it would have little to no success, given his hardened domineering demeanor she had grown so accustomed to. But he always surprised her. Either with an unexpected romantic gesture or a totally different attitude entirely. She watched him sleep, his subconscious appearance still striking her as hot and seductive. She motioned to sit up but felt his heavy hand curved around her back to her waist, gripping her protectively. She smiled and rested her head on his chest. "Are you awake already?" she heard him ask, his voice a little bit drowsy. "Yes" she replied, looking up at him. He smiled, his eyes still closed and breathed relaxedly, tighte
Dylan threw on his suit jacket as he walked out of his room. His phone rang and he slid across to answer it."I'm on my way" he said calmly into the phone, his steps a bit brisk. "We've caught two more" the caller on the other end replied. "Beautiful. I'll be there shortly" he replied and hastened up, heading for the exit. He saw Chelsea and Joyce walking out of a hallway and slowed down. He looked admiringly at Chelsea and smiled. She smiled back at him and bit her lower lip. He chuckled and winked at her before turning to Joyce. His expression went blank and he looked away. He walked hastily through the living room and exited the mansion. He boarded the Bentley Continental and the next minute found him driving out of the Cross Estate.¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤The RendezvousDylan's Bentley Continental drove into the premises and pulled up at the parking lot. He stepped out elegantly and walked gently towards the massive building. The several containers that laid about gave the premises an ille
Dylan stared at the quartet of lifeless bodies before him that lay at his feet. He exhaled and wiped his face subconsciously. "Call in some of your men" he said without turning to Victor and rubbed his hands against each other. Victor turned and spoke into his earphone. "Diego, Ricky, come in" he said and turned back to Dylan.In less than a minute, two suited men came running in. They stopped before Dylan and bowed reverently. "Observe these bodies thoroughly. Take note of their tattoos, check their bodies for any similar marks, their weapons too, study them carefully. Report your findings and analysis to the Vicar" he ordered."Yes, Pope" they replied, their heads still bowed.Dylan turned to Victor. "Walk with me" he said and stepped over the bodies, heading for the exit of the building.Victor followed closely behind him, walking with his hands clasped together at his back. As they walked outside the building, several suited men who stood outside bowed as Dylan passed them, no
Dylan sniffed occasionally as he was driven back to his mansion. He reflected on what Victor said and even though he feared the outcome he knew he had to do it. If she ran away with the money, he would definitely have her captured and brought back to him rather easily. Of course, his assigned man would be keeping tabs on her at all times. But deep down he would be scarred beyond healing. He would lock up his heart and never open it up to any female whosoever.He had tried to put his past and its ugly reminders aside to open up a new spot for Chelsea. Even though several times his memories pushed back in and his insecurities got the better of him, he allowed her prove them wrong time and again. This was just one more test. How she performed in it would determine if all she had been saying was just lie after lie, aimed at making him see her for who she was not. One thing he knew he had unjustly robbed her off was her freedom. She hadn't spoken to anyone she knew ever since he capture
Chelsea walked angrily towards her room. She ignored the courtesy from the guards whom she passed on her way. She hadn't been officially inducted into the cartel as Dylan's consigliere but they all had begun according her a certain level of respect. She got to her room and Joyce was sitting down expectantly. As soon as she stepped in, the elderly woman looked up and smiled at her. "How did you know I was coming here?" she asked, a little bit confused. Joyce didn't respond. She simply kept looking at her with the smile across her face."Wait a minute. You knew he would be mad?" Chelsea asked, a hint of irritation evident in her tone.Joyce nodded calmly. "Geez. For heaven's sake! You knew and you couldn't have told me? Why did you send me there in the first place?" she threw her arms into the air in exasperation and turned around. She scoffed and turned back to Joyce. "With all due respect, Ma, how does this whole family operate? Because sometimes it seems you all have different p