The Echelon Dylan and Omar gently wiped their mouths. They had just finished eating their respective meals. Omar had insisted that they eat before discussing the reason for the meeting. "So, what's the update on the matter?" Dylan asked as he gently placed down the serviettes he used.Omar smiled. "Well..." he paused, looking at Dylan. Dylan tilted his head in anticipation. "Prince Hakeem agreed to your profit share percentage. It's a fifty-fifty deal" Omar announced. Dylan smiled and chuckled lightly. "Excellent" he replied. "I guess we're now officially partners, Mr. Cross" Omar beamed, extending his hand for a shake.Dylan warmly took it, shaking him gently. "I look forward to working with you, Omar" he said warmly. "Me too, Sir. I can tell it would be a wonderful experience for the both of us" Omar replied. "This calls for celebration. I think both parties should gather for a party at The Imperial Place" Dylan offered. Omar chuckled sadly. "It's a great idea, Mr. Cross. Bu
Chelsea gently put on the strap on her right thigh and holstered a gun into it. She brought her leg down from the stool and her gown gently descended over her legs, covering the strap and the gun holstered on it. She walked to her dressing mirror and observed her reflection. She looked exactly like she used to whenever she donned the Raven persona. Her hair was packed into a doughnut with a pin inserted into it to hold it. Only one thing was left but obviously not to be forgotten; her mask. She picked up the black masquerade party mask that had feathers all around it and gazed at it. It was the most important feature of her persona, Raven. As she gently tied the lace attached to the mask behind her head, she reminisced on the instructions Dylan had dished out to her. She was to meet Omar at a hotel, The Echelon. Omar would notify the management that a female visitor putting on a mask would be coming to see him. The management was to let her through without questioning or searching.
She exhaled noticeably. Then she rested her hands on the table between them and leaned forward. "Now, look, Mr. Omar. If it wasn't for Mr. Cross' recommendation, I wouldn't even try to strike a deal with you. Even if I somehow found out by another means that Prince Hakeem is into this drug business, I wouldn't patronise you guys. It's only because Mr. Cross recommended you and vouched for you that I am sitting here trying to strike a deal with you."Everybody on the streets know that LSD sell for nothing more than five dollars per tab. And this is the vendor's price. Imagine a vendor purchasing for ten and selling for five. Is that even business?" she asked rhetorically. "A vendor selling for five means he either bought for three or three point five at most. No one does shitty business here in Miami without making reasonable profit. And besides, LSD isn't even a sought after drug here. The likes of fentanyl, heroin, meth and others along these lines are more lucrative and profitable.
Immediately she got home, Chelsea went straight to Dylan's room. Fortunately for her, there were no guards around. She gently knocked and he opened up almost immediately. She saw his body sweating a bit and squinted her eyes. His breaths were also a bit fast. He was putting on only his underwear. She successfully withheld her eyes from wandering. "What's going on in here?" she asked as she walked inside. Dylan chuckled. "I'm just engaging myself in a little couple of indoor exercises. You know, just staying in shape" he smiled as he replied. "Oh" she simply replied. He squinted his eyes and walked to her front. "Or are you thinking something else?" he asked with a knowing look. She scoffed. "Something else like what?" she asked and walked to the sofa, avoiding his eyes. She sank onto it and exhaled."I think you're in the best position to answer that question yourself, Ms. Landore" he chuckled and watched her sit down on the sofa. She looked beautiful in the dress she wore."I als
Chelsea walked into her room and collapsed on her bed. She inhaled and exhaled gently, reminiscing on recent events. She gently reached for the gun in her thigh strap and pulled it out. She closely examined it and sighed, dropping it on the bed. The more she thought about it, the more she knew she was in love with Dylan. She didn't want to admit it before. She had generally aligned it as basic attraction and classified her feelings as lust, dismissing them as just desires for sexual gratification. She never wanted to admit to herself that she loved him. If she did, that would prevent her from carrying out her original plans. She knew that she cared for him and really wanted to heal him of his emotional scars. After discussing with Joyce, she was spurred to do this even more. But her plans had always been paramount to her. Even though she had lied to Joyce that entering the mafia business with Dylan was the only way she could save him, she knew deep within her that she entered the ma
Chelsea arrived at the balcony and stood, hesitating a little. "Come on, I know you're there" she heard Joyce's gentle voice. She exhaled and went walked towards the elderly woman. She was sitting on a reclining chair, a book in her hand, looking ahead over the rest of the estate that was behind the mansion. Grassland, a beach, a river several palm trees and the rest of view ahead that made up the horizon. Joyce was always here whenever she wasn't busy running the house. She was either gazing at the view she was now or reading a book or knitting. Sometimes Chelsea wondered if the woman grew up in an European or Asian country. She was so into chores that even while she rested, she was busy. This time around, she was reading. She also admired her. The way she took care of the entire household. There was not a single person in the house whom she didn't know by name. Everyone, both the guards and maids were all free with her. They also loved and respected her deeply. Of course, it wasn
The Hades RoomDylan gently stared at the instruments and weapons laid out on the table. His eyes went from stun batons to spiked batons to stun belts but none appealed to him. The instruments all looked mediocre to him. It was the regular stuff, something that was used on regular prisoners. He needed something more intense and evil. Something to remind him of who he was, a merciless bloodlusted mafia godfather. He needed to give himself a reason as to why he wouldn't fall into the trap of weakness called love. He needed to be sure he wasn't losing his touch again. It felt like history was repeating itself. He was a very murderous and bloody man before he met Clara. Then she came into his life and made him fall in love with her. As their relationship grew, he began withdrawing from his violent ways, becoming more peaceful. He had Victor handle the gruesome and murderous activities. Of course, Victor was very glad to do so.Then when Derek came along, he got softer and softer, watchi
Dylan arrived at home and alighted from his vehicle. He gently made his way into the mansion, acknowledging the bows and gestures of reverence from his guards. As he got to the stairs, he saw Chelsea climbing down. "Good Evening" she greeted and passed him, walking towards the exit. Dylan found the attitude strange and squinted his eyes. Maybe she had a bad day or remembered something sad."Where are you going to?" he called after her.She stopped in her tracks but she didn't turn back to look at him. "I'm going for a business meeting. And don't worry, I'm not going alone" she replied and continued towards the exit. "Can't you spare some minutes and fill me in on this business meeting of yours?" he said gently, looking at her skeptically. "Dylan!" he heard a familiar voice call him from above. He looked up and saw Joyce standing on the upper floor that overlooked the entrance of the mansion. "Ma" he replied calmly. "We need to talk" she said and looked at him with a plain expre