Chapter 59

NADIA'S POV

"I’ll be ready, Nadia. You can count on me." Alisha said with a business tone.

As she walked away, her figure disappearing into the crowd, I couldn’t help but smile to myself.

The wheels were already in motion, and soon, Richard Garrison would find himself trapped in a web he couldn’t escape.

I knew Alisha is good with such games towards rich men.

Let the games begin, I thought, the thrill of the plan electrifying my senses.

The park had emptied out a little as the afternoon sun began to shine long shadows. I remained seated on the cold, metallic bench, watching as Alisha disappeared into the distance.

Her confident stride left no room for hesitation, and I hoped she’d bring that same energy to the task at hand.

Still, there was a faint doubt nagging at the back of my mind. Alisha had never taken on a mission like this before, and failure was not an option.

I shifted my focus back to the park, letting the laughter of children and the faint rustling of leaves fill the silence around me.

That was when I spotted him…Christopher, strolling in from the far end of the park. He wasn’t hard to recognize; his tall frame and casual swagger always gave him away.

He walked closer, his hands shoved into his coat pockets, his eyes scanning the surroundings. A faint smirk played on his lips as he finally reached me.

“Long time, no see, you look sexy.. I meant, I have missed your sweet cherry down there. When are we going to fuck again? ” he said, lowering himself onto the seat across from me. There was a small, wooden table between us, a spot we’d used many times for meetings like this.

“Back to business, Christopher,” I replied curtly.

I wasn't in the mood for his irrelevant talk and naughty even though we have both had sex before not once and not twice.

He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “You never change, do you? Always straight to the point.” he said as he noticed that I wasn't in the mood of all of this. By the way it was just sex and nothing attached to it.

Before I could respond, he pulled a cigarette from his pocket, lit it with a flick of his lighter, and took a long puff. The smoke swirled lazily in the air between us, mixing with the crisp afternoon breeze. I frowned at the smell, but I didn’t comment.

I reached into my bag and pulled out a photograph, laying it flat on the table. The image stared back at us, frozen in time. Without saying a word, I slid it toward him.

Christopher arched an eyebrow, picked up the photo, and studied it closely. His expression shifted almost immediately, his features tightening with recognition.

“Wait a minute,” he said, his voice low. He held the picture up to the light, squinting as if to confirm what he was seeing. “Isn’t this the Johnsons’ daughter?”

“Yes,” I said, keeping my tone even.

He let out a sharp whistle, leaning back in his seat as he placed the photo back on the table.

'' She's beautiful… I mean looks t her curves and smile and her facial beauty. '' He was starting to praise her beauty.

“Well, I’ll be damned. Nadia, you’ve outdone yourself this time. She’s… what, twenty- one now? Twenty-two?”

“No she's my age mate,” I corrected.

Christopher shook his head, a slow grin spreading across his face. “And you’re targeting her? What’s the plan? Blackmail? Extortion? Or something a little more creative this time?”

He already knew what I was good at.

I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the table. “That’s for me to know, Christopher. Your job is to follow instructions, not ask questions.”

He shrugged, taking another drag from his cigarette. “Fair enough. But I’ve got to say, this one’s going to be tricky. The Johnsons are practically royalty in this city. Touching their golden child? That’s a dangerous game, Nadia.”

“Since when have we ever played it safe?” I shot back, narrowing my eyes.

He laughed, the sound low and raspy. “Point taken. So, what’s the angle?”

Before I could answer, Christopher’s phone buzzed on the table. He glanced at the screen but ignored the call, his attention snapping back to me. “You’ve got my curiosity, Nadia. What makes this girl so special?”

“She’s not just special,” I said, my voice dropping slightly. “She’s a key. A key to something much bigger than you can imagine.”

Christopher leaned forward, resting his arms on the table. “Now you’ve really got me interested. Come on, don’t keep me in the dark. What’s the play here?”

I considered my words carefully. Christopher was good at what he did, but his curiosity often got the better of him. Still, he needed to know enough to do his part.

“She’s connected to something valuable. Something the Johnsons have been hiding for years. If we can get close to her, we can expose the truth. But it has to be done right…no mistakes, no loose ends.”

I lied to him not wanting him to know why I needed such plan to be done. When it comes to Christopher I cannot trust him with my secret on why I needed such help to bring down Tammie because he may sabotage me and one of the reasons I want him is because he is good with his job.

Christopher smirked, tapping ash from his cigarette onto the ground. “You’re being cryptic, as usual. But I’ll play along. What’s my role in all of this?”

“You’ll know when the time comes,” I said, standing up and grabbing the photo. “For now, just be ready. And keep your mouth shut.”

Christopher chuckled again, shaking his head. “You’re always so dramatic, Nadia. But fine. I’ll be ready when you call.”

As I turned to leave, a thought crossed my mind, one that made my chest tighten. This mission was bigger than anything we’d attempted before, and the stakes were higher than ever.

If Christopher or Alisha slipped up, it wouldn’t just be their necks on the line…it would be mine too.