"Dylan Cross" Hakeem repeated with a smile of acknowledgement. "Was that why he walked to you back at the party?" he asked."You can say that" she replied, not hinting at either an affirmation or a denial.Hakeem chuckled heartily. "Here I thought Mr. Cross was just being Mr. Cross, wooing the mysterious elegant lady in the room" he said and turned to her."I would like to see the face behind that masquerade mask of yours" he continued as he put on the necklace delightedly. She smirked. "I'm afraid I only show my face to those whom I kill the next minute. I want them to remember my face so they can expect me in hell" she replied gently. Hakeem chuckled. "I like you. You really are a vicious bird, Miss Raven" he said and walked back to his seat, sitting on it majestically. "What may I offer you in return for this wonderful service you rendered to me?" he asked.Chelsea could see that he was greatly pleased after receiving the necklace. His eyes, face and entire demeanor exuded a sens
Immediately they arrived at the hotel, they lodged in Dylan's VVIP reserved lounge. The second the door was shut, Chelsea jumped onto Dylan, grabbing him by his hair while her lips descended on his fiercely. He reciprocated the gesture by grabbing her waist and pinning her on him while he kissed her back with equal ferocity. He gently stepped backwards, guiding them to his exquisitely arranged room. The first thing that hit them was the fragrance of rose and cinnamon. "Was someone drinking in here?" Chelsea asked admist the kisses. She smelt a strong scent of brandy, adding all the more generously to the overall raunchy air that surrounded them."I don't know" was Dylan's simple reply. He was too engaged to give proper thought to the question or the scent that he failed to acknowledge. He stopped moving when he felt his legs meet the bed behind him."Whatever" Chelsea said conclusively and climbed down, pushing him onto the bed. Of course he fell freely without hindrance. He immedi
Skylands Hotel The entire hotel was vibrating with a high tempo of excitement and partying fervor. From the parking lot to the swimming pool to the interior of the hotel, everywhere was filled with people who were partying away with every ounce of excitement in them. Even the rooftop was not left out in the ardor. Chelsea had never seen so much people at a party. As she stood beside Dylan on a podium in the middle of the large spacious hall, she looked around, taking in the general appearances of the guests. Several men and women who dressed elegantly were present. They had all come to greet her and Dylan on the podium they stood, shaking and greeting him with respect while eyeing her with mixed feelings as they greeted her.Dylan had told her that most of them were 'business partners'. She of course knew what the term implied. These were men and women who were involved in one or more of the illicit businesses in the underworld. Some of them probably sold weapons, others purchased a
Chelsea woke up and slightly opened her eyes. She didn't perceive the usual fragrance his bare body exuded. She reached out her hand and felt the space beside her. It was empty. She immediately sat up and looked around the room. He wasn't inside either. Only when her eyes adjusted to the brightness of the morning did she notice she was in her room. The previous night, after they left the party, they had made out in what looked like a hotel room. She hadn't paid attention to the environment because all that was on her mind at the moment was a craving to feel Dylan inside her. They makeout didn't last long before he smashed the living hell out of her. Maybe it was the desire for pleasure that blotted her memory. Or maybe it was the champagne she drank at the party. She hadn't been tipsy over champagne before though. Maybe this was 'real' champagne. She stood up and walked into the bathroom to clean herself up. She stepped out of her nightgown and stepped into the bathtub. She exhaled
Chelsea exited the bathroom and walked into her room. Joyce stood in her usual position, hands clasped together behind her. She had her radiant beaming smile adorning her face. "Hello Chelsea" she greeted warmly. Chelsea smiled in return, drying her hair with a towel. "Good Morning, Joyce" she greeted in reply. "It's been a while" she added."Yes, dear, quite a while. It's not very easy to meet with the consigliere of a very powerful mafia cartel" Joyce replied and walked towards the bed, sitting graciously on it.Chelsea chuckled as she stood in front of the mirror, attending to her hair."When you put it like that, someone would think I'm one big important person. They wouldn't know that you're the overall consigliere of the entire Cross" she replied and turned to Joyce.The advanced woman laughed softly. Then she smiled admiringly at Chelsea. "How's it going?" she asked.Chelsea exhaled with a smile. "Smoothly so far" she replied and walked back into the bathroom. She finished dry
Cross Enterprises Dylan leaned on the desk in his office as he dialed Victor's number. The line rang for some seconds before Victor picked up. "Pope" he greeted as soon as he picked the call."Hello, Vic" Dylan greeted in return. "How's it going?" he asked."The first phase has been taken care of. I had one of my most trusted hands take care of a group of men who were their biggest sponsors" Victor reported. Dylan smirked. "Was the message clear enough?" he asked."Explicitly clear, Pope. He had it done in a casino. The power was cut and when it came back on, the men were sponsoring with blood oozing from their throats. Even the casino's manager had no clue of what happened all through" Victor replied. "Beautiful" Dylan commented. "The next phase will begin very soon. I already have another of my competent hands spying out their location as we speak. He would be reporting to me in a few hours with the necessary information. As deep as I trust him, we can even expect more than the
As soon as Dylan put the phone down, another call came in. He swiped to answer and placed the phone on his ear."Cross" he simply said into the phone."Good Morning, Mr. Cross. This is Omar speaking" the caller said from the other end. "Oh, Omar. How is Miami treating you so far?" Dylan asked."Very well. The Imperial Place has never been better" Omar replied. "And how is Prince Hakeem?" Dylan continued. "He's uhm... enjoying the hospitalities of Miami" Omar answered. Dylan smiled. He understood this to be that Hakeem was in the company of the exotic ladies provided by the hotel. He himself had been a recipient of such "hospitalities" at one time. "I see. I'm glad you royalties are being treated as you should" he replied. "We can't thank you enough for your generosity, Mr. Cross""Please, it's nothing" Dylan chuckled."Well, I called to inform you that we will be meeting later in the evening, preferably by 9 to discuss the business proceedings" Omar continued. "Splendid. What pl
Chelsea logged into her official mail account with Cross Enterprises and saw the scanned files in a new mail sent from Dylan's official mail. She downloaded the files and began analysing the data for the deal. What she saw impressed her. Selina had greatly improved. She was happy to be a positive influence on her. She made the necessary corrections on the terms and figures and forwarded them back to Dylan. She scheduled the mail to send the files later on. She schemed to do something else in the meantime. She had never forgotten what Bishop said on her first job with the cartel as a consigliere. Before they met with Stone, he had told her the man's weakness. "For men like that, their weakness is clear. Women. But only women who are smart enough can actually web them" she remembered him say.Now she planned on webbing him. He had seen her face so she wouldn't be going to meet him unmasked so as not to arouse any suspicions. She was going to see him with her mask on. As the Raven but