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
"I'm not a fraudulent lady. My supplies are legit and hundred percent effective. I even have a sample here with me" she said and reached into her purse, retrieving a sealed package from it.He looked at the package skeptically. Then he sighed. "It's not like I'm doubting your validity. It's just that I already uhm... have a supplier" he replied, chuckling nervously. "And if I'm to trust you, I haven't even seen your face. Though I can tell you're a beautiful lady" he smiled desirously. She smiled. "My mask is my identity. Only those who I have made and secured deals with get to see my face..." she replied and leaned forward, revealing a portion of her breasts for him to see. "... and possibly more" she added, smiling raunchily. She saw his eyes light up the moment he saw her cleavage. An intense desire arose in his eyes as she ended the statement. She knew he was getting closer and closer to giving in. She had already pushed him close to the edge. She just needed to give him a little
The Riches' Casino Dylan alighted the Urus and walked towards the entrance in his signature refined steps. Bishop and two of his guards followed behind him, all clad in black suits. As he walked into the casino, several eyes turned and landed on him but he feigned innocence and remained calm, smiling as his eyes searched the casino for Omar. His eyes fell on the Arabian at one corner of the casino. Surprisingly, he was alone, totally strange for a visiting foreigner of his status.Dylan turned to his companions and signalled for the two guards to stay outside, leaving him and Bishop alone. They walked through the sea of eyes and gazes towards the table Omar sat at."It's really hard for you to be unnoticeable in this city of yours" Omar said with a smile as Dylan got to him and sat down.Dylan chuckled. "That's what you get for letting the media and news cover your events" he replied. Omar laughed gently. "Good Evening, Mr. Cross" he greeted. "Good Evening, Omar. How is Prince Hake
The Rendezvous Dylan stood, leaning on a table in a dark room. The room was lit up in all corners but still held a hint of darkness to it. Only Dylan and Bishop were in the room. It was the room where they usually discussed high-end deals or certain business related to the cartel that only the three of them needed to know about.Dylan had his sleeves rolled up and his coat hung on a stand at one edge of the room. His fingers held a blunt stylishly as he sucked out of it and blew out puffs with effortless charisma. He leaned on the table with his back to Bishop.Bishop stood straight, looking at the several documents spread out on the table before him. Dylan had gone through them and wanted him to have a look. He was supposed to do so with Victor but he was nowhere to be found. They arrived and met the news that he had gone out almost immediately. Dylan reached into his pocket and brought out his phone. He dialed Victor's number and waited for an answer. None came. He returned his pho