After midnight, Nick drove his sister home and went to pick up his friends. He waited in front of the gate of Patrick’s father’s villa for half an hour before they went outside. Basically, Claude and his brother had led them out.
All three were barely on their feet. Jo was unable to walk in her high heels so she went barefoot and held her shoes in her uninjured hand. Claude held her waist with one hand and secured Matthew with the other.
‘Picture from a black comedy or a bad horror movie.’ Nick thought. Three tough guys, he admired, looked as if they had just had a battle of their life and they didn't seem to be winners at all.
He hadn't expected everyone to be in a similar condition. He hoped that at least Matthew would be sober, but apparently the truth he learnt was overwhelming for even a
Jo checked all the flight tickets carefully. She was appalled, but there was little she could do. At this point, she had to submit and accept the elders' decision. It was still wiser than visiting her parents and sister anyway.“Ruthless bastard!” She cursed.“I think this way is safer. The situation is delicate and developmental as this fucking ‘game’ is going on too much.” Nick commented stoically. He learned all the details this morning and was truly worried.Matthew, despite his headache and hangover, observed him carefully. Judging by his calmness, it meant he knew what was inside the envelope. Probably he was aware of all the turns of events.“What’s going on?” Mike wondered what was wrong with all of them this
They arrived in Paris in the evening and took a taxi to the center of the capital. Usually, Jo was overjoyed at times like this, but this time around, she had mixed feelings.Not only Patrick was with her, but also his family bodyguard. They were going to spend a few days together, which looked like a horrible prospect.While she managed to get used to the presence of friends around her, this time she had to survive additionally with a complete stranger who was supposed to take care of their safety.She wasn't used to being treated like this and wondered if it was really necessary.On the plane, she talked to Patrick about how to get rid of the bodyguard, but they came to the conclusion that if they won’t obey his father's will, he would be ready to send them
It was strangely quiet when she woke up early the next morning. ‘Were the rest of them still asleep?’ Jo wondered. ‘Impossible! They are morning people!’She was surprised to see the living room in perfect order. She found a lot of boxes full of food on the table in the kitchen. Has everyone already had breakfast? She couldn't hold back her astonishment. Was it possible that they had gone shopping somewhere?Soon, it all became clear. She found a note stuck on the refrigerator. The guys had gone for a run, and Patrick's father had sent them food. She wouldn't mind accepting that treat as she was not able to do much, with only her left hand.She was in Paris! Once again she found herself in a place she loved and wanted to make the best of it.
To the amazement of them all, the bait was caught by Patrick’s father. After a short make-up, and a quick preparation of the set and props preparation, Jack took some photos and sent them to his employer. The shots were so realistic that he had to accept reality. He had no doubts about the credibility of the photos, knowing what his son and Jo could do. In addition, they were under the care of his trusted man, so he couldn't doubt him. These kids screwed up again. He ordered Jack to take care of the three rebellious, spoiled brats. In case of any problems, he had to give him a phone call. “In fact, you must have given him a hard time in the past because he believed what he saw so easily.” He commented on the message from his boss. “Badass was unrivaled at pissing off
They were right. As soon as they got off the metro, Jack received several messages from his employer asking how his mentee were doing.He wrote back that he had to go to the pharmacy and go shopping to cook them some soup.They actually walked into a supermarket on the way from the metro to Matthew's apartment. Each of them felt like eating something different, so they had a problem with how to arrive at a conclusion regarding their meal plan. However, in the end, they left the supermarket laden with bags with a supply of food for a good week.Matthew didn't have the strength to argue with them that his fridge and freezer were limited in size and that it was the middle of summer, so all food was difficult to store there.“Take it easy.” Jo tried to cheer him
When they finished their meal, Jack left them alone. He was sure that they were not going anywhere as they felt very comfortable in Matthew’s apartment.His boss exaggerated the characters of the people he was supposed to watch over. Jack was sure that the last thing they wanted to do was wander around the nightclubs and start a brawl. All three of them were intelligent, sensible and balanced individuals; all the more reason that he didn’t understand his employer.It was enough for them to have a good time when they had tasty food and each other’s company. He had experienced it the previous evening and earlier that day. It had been a long time since he had such a good time with a lot of laughter as he did with them.He wondered what his boss was trying to achieve. Well, whatever he thought ab
“What’s going on, badass?” Patrick was concerned.“We have a crisis, gentlemen.”“We already heard that. Could you please say more about it?” He was impatient as he saw some concerns evident on her face.“You have to call your dad to ask him to end this house arrest. Matthew has to go home tonight. His dad lost his voice because of angina.” Jo explained briefly.Meanwhile, Matthew was flipping through his calendar on his phone.“Damn it! I have to go back. I have a few important cases tomorrow. My mom won't be able to do it alone tomorrow.”“Okay. So I propose, Matthew, as you know French the best, call the mu
They walked around the Arc de Triomphe and Champs Elysees until almost eleven o'clock. Everyone was so busy admiring the spots Jo had led them to that they even forgot about dinner.“My stomach is craving for food!” Jo reflected first, feeling a pain in her stomach.“You are always hungry.” Patrick complained.“And you are always on a diet, or not hungry.”“You eat for three, and we don't see anything on your perfect ass. It's unfair.” “Heal your thyroid, you will be able to do that too.” Jo said mockingly.“My thyroid is fine.”“Of course. You are a hypo. Go see a doctor at last.”“I don't like doctors.”“So don't eat at all. You will look perfect like me.” Jo stuck her tongue out at him.“I can say the same about you too. Instead of following your proper diet, you eat whatever falls in your hands.”“Stop! You guys started talking nonsense like Mike.” Matthew broke in and became irritated by their argument.“Don’t mention that asshole, please.” Jo pleaded.She didn’t feel like tal