Val pulled Khanu closer to kiss him equally deeply as she did to Chanu. She wanted him to feel how much her heart cherishes him as well as his twin brother. And Khanu did not resist. He kissed her with so much yearning and adoration, knowing his love is requited. Their love is being returned with tantamount feelings from her. It made them love her more. It made him love her more. Adore her more than ever. She has been on the most prominent pedestal in his heart ever since he realized he loved her. Now that pedestal became even more profound. Unshakable. Undeniable. And the most amazing part is, he and his twin brother no longer had to conceal their feelings and use friendships as a facade.Khanu hopes for everything happening right now to stay this way forever.Between the twins, Khanu is the more emotional one. He is the one more understanding and sensitive. Chanu is not the opposite of his character, but Khanu is more intense when it involves emotiona
“Whiskey, please?” A tired voice suddenly spoke next to Scarlett. She was seated on a stool at the bar where she would love to drown her sorrowful self. She was not even in a dress. She wasn’t here to get laid. She was here to get drunk and choose to have a headache the next day than heartache.“Had a long day, too?” She casually smiled. She was not even looking at the person next to her. She really hoped she had the luxury to have friends and drag them here when she misses them.“The longest day I have ever had, I guess.” The guy chuckled as he received his glass of whiskey. Also not looking at the lady next to him.Many people say it is challenging to be different. It is hard to fit in. It is hard when you don’t know which category to put yourself in. The team nerdy or team bully. Nerdy because you are a person with an IQ level of 147. Bully because of being befriended by bullies. But th
“Dandelion… right?” the man asked after a while, still looking at his glass.Scarlett was a bit startled, but she did not make it obvious. She acted so naturally as she answered.“I don’t know, is it?” she weakly answered. She is really not in the mood for anything right now. Not even work.The stranger noticed she was not very entertaining or welcoming, but her response did not totally express rejection, so he continued to ask what he wanted to know her answer would be.“What would it cost me if I ask for your help?” the stranger asked.Scarlett can sense the severity of his words as if he would do anything for her to agree to make a deal with him. She gave it a thought. Right now, she doesn’t want anything other than an honest company. To blatantly say it, she wants to have a friend. A real friend. She might even do anything for what she wants and needs right
They both had a few shots, and maybe more so driving would never be a wise idea. Scarlett led the way as she suggested they were going to her place. She was thinking about taking a cab and change rides a few times to lose whoever might be following them along the way. She was sure those men at the bar wouldn't stay idle for a very long time. She needs to get rid of them or lose them so she can focus on her special client. Special because she is not going to make a deal like she usually does.Voltaire was obediently walking along with her. Not a word of protest or suggestion. He was passively following her every lead. Not even sure where she was taking him, but it did not bother him. He needed her help. Agreeing to his request to find another place to talk about the details of his matter was already a positive sign for him to rejoice that his deal would push through.But before they could get into the taxi station, a few men blocked their way. Scar
VoltaireI did not expect the rumors about her to be true. She is not someone to mess with. But I can also feel a soft part of her. Or should I say she is not as I anticipated as how she would have reacted after what happened to her with the five men in the alley earlier today? She was supposed to rejoice knowing she handled and defeated the five gangsters, but she looked so depressed at the bar. She was looking weak, and maybe that was one of the reasons the thugs dared to provoke her on our way out of the bar. She was the woman, and as much as possible, I wanted to shield her from harm because I wanted her for myself.I am a hitman hired to bring Dandelion down. I had to create a way to approach her, so I pretended I needed her help. I know it won’t be easy to do the task in a flash, so I have to dig my way deeper into her life.I plan to ask her as my pretend fiancée to be presented to my father.
I have heard she is not to be underestimated. And I saw it with my own eyes. She is young. Or at least a few years younger than I am. But her techniques are not of someone with poor knowledge defending herself and making her offenders regret provoking her. I am sure she had a good drink. She almost finished a bottle of bourbon at the bar. But she can still fight without even the slightest difficulty. She is amazing! I admit. She is as the rumors say she is. Ruthless. A woman without mercy towards her enemy. I can tell she is not an awful person based on how she considered my request despite the clear and irrefutable fact that we are total strangers. She is not even aware I am after her life. Or is she?How am I going to win against her? I am confident with my combat skills. But as a soldier, I also have principles of my own, even on my hit gigs. I am willing to take a person down when the target is considered a destructive disease in society. Abusers. Molesters. Drug de
ScarlettI was relieved to have wrapped things up so swiftly. But no one can be sure if that was all there is of them. Staying in a place which I cannot be sure of my safety, considering I am not alone, would be stupidly reckless.I suggested we go somewhere nearby. I have a club operating not so far from the area. I will be able to handle the situation better if I am on my own ground. It would be easier to see if someone was really tailing me and lost them. It is always better to walk away from a fight when I can. No one knows when bad luck would swing by or when good luck would run out for me in the middle of a fight. I always apply the rule of never testing my limits that would prove nothing but idiocy. One wrong move and I will lose everything. Wisdom is the best weapon anyone can carry around. Of course, I won’t run when the plate is already being served. To finish it once and for all would also be wise, but if I have the ch
“Harder…” Scarlett moaned. “Ahhh, good…”Three naked men in their early and mid-twenties were serving her a sensual massage. One was on her feet, one her upper back, while another was on her mid-back while in her birth suit.“Right there, yes, yes, ahhhh….”Her sensuous moaning and sounding so explicit directions made the man watching in the other room, Voltaire, feel uncomfortably aroused.He wondered why he was ushered here in this room as soon as he entered the club. He just thought maybe Dandelion still needed booze coming here. He was not able to check thoroughly what kind of club is this. And he wasn’t able to look around as a man who introduced himself as the manager welcomed him and courteously asked to follow him—leading Voltaire to a private room. He was asked to sit facing the curtained wall. He looked around, the room was dimly lit, and all he could se
“What’s wrong? What happened?” Mavie asked, baffled as the man suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist and he cried pitifully. Mavie looked at the patient on the bed, there was nothing unusual. His heartbeat was normal, and he looked just the way he used to be a coma patient. “What is going on? Please tell me….” Mavie answered assuringly. Trying to calm her Master to the best of her ability. She was also starting to feel scared because she had never seen this brave man act the way he was at that moment. Judas told her everything that he had seen his grandpa did except the part where he mentioned Mavie as his girl. But as he tried to ask again to show Mavie, the old man on the bed did nothing similar to what Judas was excitedly telling Mavie. “Mister Dinero, it’s me, Mavie. Do you recognize me?” Mavie asked casually, speaking to her patient like she would usually do. But the patient’s eyes did not move like Judas said they did. They tried again. Nothing. “I asked him a few q
As for Mavie, she was actually brave only because she knew some of her Master's men were around to protect her. But she was not going to rely everything on them. She will fight on her own if someone comes trying to bring her down. Mavie admits that her bravery was also because she was more than confident that her Master was not going to let her be bullied other than him. Like Judas would tell her most of the time; "You are my slave. I am your only Master. No one is allowed to order you around other than me. Not even a bully aside from me."So she did not fear to act accordingly, protecting herself when someone tried to intimidate her with violence. But she did not want to let the matter get worse. Mavie tried to deal with what happened in her own way."Mister Ray, please do not tell my Master about what happened today. I don't want him to get mad or worry about me. He already has so much to handle. I do not wish to add to the things that would bother him about me."Mavie begged Ray o
Days went on. Days became weeks. Weeks turned to months, and months became a year. A lot of things happened. Joaquin Dinero, Mavie's patient, passed away in his nap with Judas and Mavie right beside him. His body had seemed to reject the medications, and in Judas' dreams, his grandpa spoke to him that he was too tired and wanted to join his wife in peace. Ever since then, the grandson was torn between the sadness to let his grandpa go, and another sorrow that he was refusing to grant the last, one and only wish the old man seemed to have asked of Judas, the grandson. It was not even a wish done like every ordinary people would do. It was like asking Judas to let his grandfather die. And the way of asking such a wish was through a dream which Judas could not find in his heart to fully believe until he realized that every medical procedure and treatment they tried to provide the old Dinero did not seem to have any positive effect. But, of course, the grandson did not give up. Mav
Mavie did not want to disobey her employer so she ate the oatmeal although she was not a fan of eating it. She had to take some meds to get better very soon so she could do her tasks, and so she did everything her Master had ordered her. The medicine had an effect to make her feel sleepy so even if she did not want to sleep, thinking it was rude when her employer was around, her body was not able to fight against the medicine’s effect. Without her knowing, she had a good sleep and rested, when she woke up, she felt way much better. It was almost like she had never had any cramps earlier that day. “What are you doing?” Judas asked when he heard some noises from the kitchen while he was checking the monitors all around the house, his and his grandpa’s, his business building, and everything that was going on in his operations. By having an eye directly able to see everything in and out of his business establishments, Judas can easily handle problems even when he is afar. “Ahmm, I am s
Just as Judas had ordered, the lady doctor was able to speak with Ray, but the doctor suggested that the patient be brought to the hospital for a proper check-up. “At the clinic, we have everything we might need in order to make sure everything is accurate, unlike when we do it on house calls. It would be best to have her womb checked through an abdominal or vaginal ultrasound.” Ray relayed the message to his boss. Judas was silent for a while. He had to think of a way to keep everything in safety. There were a few things Judas had to consider whatever he might decide to do in his predicament. “Ray, I want you to check who gave me the first call with an unregistered number today. Can we make it quick? I want to bring Mavie to the hospital, but I am worried about leaving grandpa behind,” Judas stated with a dark face. Ray knew that look. As the assistant for the mafia don for quite a while now, he had learned to read between the lines, hear unspoken statements, and read his boss’ m
"Master….?" Mavie called out softly. Mavie was not so sure she was allowed to address the man the way they had agreed. She was confused if their arrangement also applied while she was on work duty or on the weekdays, now that they both realized they were also employee and employer aside from being slave and Master. But calling the man master was not something she felt awkward about at all, so when she noticed the man did not seem to mind her way of addressing him, Mavie continued to ask what she had in her thoughts. "How was the result from the test we did last Sunday with the doctor?" Judas was not sure if this girl was playing a silly game or if she was really unaware of such facts about the human reproductive system. But when he looked at Mavie's frail mien, Judas' gaze lowered and continued to clean his grandpa's teeth and gums with the soft and wet cloth. Just the way he saw on the security surveillance camera how Mavie would do such tasks of keeping the patient feeling fresh
“Master….?” Mavie did not expect to see the man, but instead of surprise, a faint smile was visible on her face. If there was someone Mavie wished to see at the very moment, it was no other than this person. The only person she had been thinking of with so much longing to see again, spend time with, no matter what reasons fate had to bring them together. “Master, is it really you?” Mavie asked again but in a soft whisper. Judas had so many scenes played in his mind of how this moment would turn out to be in reality to have a slight idea; if he cannot be accurate, so he would know how to explain and clarify his identity to Mavie. He had expected her to be surprised, first of all. If not, she should be scared o upset, but among all the possibilities his mind had conceived, Judas was baffled to see an exact opposite to what he had supposed Mavie would have reacted. “I had hoped the names of my slave and the hired carer for my grandpa would be one and the same person,” Judas hid his a
Ray started to check the packaging label of the item. He had a picture from Mavie’s stocks and the products that were on the racks. “They have the same packaging, right?” Ray held the pack and showed it to Judas. “This item is the same as the one in this picture, right, boss?”The cashier was watching the only customers he had in the store in the wee hours of the night; two men, as they chose items on the shelves. The store worker was not confident to walk closer and offer his assistance because he noticed they were on a section he was not very knowledgeable about. He was a man, after all, so he did not know much about sanitary pads. He was confident he could assist them, but only if they wanted to pay for their purchases. Because f they were going to ask anything else about the item, the worker was not ready to answer any questions. But if they still chose to approach him, he would just tell them to check the prints on the packaging. That’s all he could to help. Soon enough, two da
Ray was startled when he noticed his boss got into a car parked right outside the gates. Judas had ordered one of his men to bring a vehicle outside his gates and had its engine started because he would be leaving soon. And it was right where Judas asked it to be when they walked out of his grandpa's house. "Boss…?" Ray called for Judas' attention with hesitations. "What?" Judas asked as he fastened his seatbelt, seated right next to Ray, who was sitting behind the wheels. "I'm going to buy the pads and a serving of warm porridge. You can take your rest. I can handle this," Ray answered cautiously. "I have no doubt you can. I am even amazed you don't seem bothered that you are going to buy such items for a woman. Personal, if I may add," Judas said casually. "I don't think you're that kind of guy…." Judas could not say his words exactly. The Mafia Don was also cautious not to offend Ray's feelings if he happened to be wrong in his thoughts. They do not have much of an age differe