The next morning, Frank didn't leave like he usually does. Instead, he remained at home in the room to watch her draw. At first, Jennifer said nothing and continued doing what she loved. However, when she felt that his presence was making it awkward, she glanced in his direction and saw that he was staring at her.
"Don't you have work today?" She finally asked him.
"Not your business, is it?" He responded nonchalantly, not wanting to show that his view on her has changed even a bit. Rolling her eyes, she shook her head and went back to do what she loved.
"Whatever, Gotham." She murmured and continued to draw. She didn't care about his solemn approach. His cold stares and unfriendly gestures didn't bother her even the slightest bit.
Frank stared at her. She didn't seem to mind his rude comeback. He simply wanted to show that he still didn't care about her. He didn't want to give her even the slightest hin
Frank studied her face. Her eyebrows knitted together as she glared at him. Little beads of sweat started to form on her forehead. "Look, it is going to be fine," he whispered back. "Fine? How in the world will it be fine?! All the goons will be swarming around me and I'll be like baitfish in a tank full of sharks!!!" Jennifer stressed each word as she responded, a little too loud for Frank's liking. "Shhh," Frank hushed her. "Let's go to the room. We will talk there." He told her in a hushed whisper. Jennifer's heart thudded as they walked to the first floor of the mansion, to his room. "Look, if we back off, my dad will be suspicious. He already is sceptical about our relationship, we can'
The entire ride to the store was awkwardly silent. Frank said nothing because he wasn't someone who spoke much and Jennifer too remained silent. After all, she was anxious as hell. She wordlessly followed Frank when Mike pulled in front of the store.Mike watched how Jennifer obediently followed his boss. He had been stealing glances at them during the ride from the rearview mirror, amused by the fact that Frank seemed to be looking out for the girl. She was brought to his mansion as a prisoner and was supposed to be used as bait, however, destiny had other plans. He understood why he was putting up this act in front of his father and cousin. However, he didn't have to put up the same act when they weren't around. Cackling, he drove towards the parking area of the store to wait for his boss, and his 'girl'."Welcome to Lilly's, how may I hel
Jennifer practically skipped on her way to the room. She ran upstairs and took the gown to hang on a hanger. Then she sat down with the notepad, wanting to brainstorm ideas. He had not told her a theme of the sketch he wanted, but her excitement was hard for her to contain.Tapping the tip of the pencil on her chin, she chewed on her lower lip."Maybe a serpent. Like the one I drew on the notepad." She thought out loud. However, she frowned."No….he has already seen that sketch." She pouted. She wanted her sketch to be perfect. The gown cost a fortune and since he was the one who will be providing the canvas and the paint, she wanted the painting to be worthy of all that. Which meant that she will have to outdo herself. This painting has to be the best she had ever painted.
The next day started with all of them having breakfast together once again. Jennifer noticed how Todd kept grimacing each time he stole a glance at Frank. However, she remained silent and chose not to comment on it. Frank's father was calm and collected while Frank seemed to focus on his food without uttering a word. He didn't seem to care about Todd's rude stare. Jennifer didn't mind the lack of conversation between the Gothams. An awkward silence hung in the air as they ate. The only sound that echoed in the grand dining room was the clinking of their cutlery. "So, Jenny," Todd finally spoke, disrupting the silence between them, "aren't you bored to be all by yourself the whole day? I mean….as your boyfriend, I think Frank must take better care of you. Doesn't he take you on dates or anything like that?" Todd's question seemed strange to Jennifer. She couldn't discern why he should
Frank couldn't sleep. He kept tossing and turning on his bed. Finally, when he was able to rest his eyes, it was already three in the morning. Despite the little amount of sleep he managed to get, he was up by six in the morning when his alarm went off. It was time to get up and start the day. He had ordered the men to bring the new shipment of goods to the shack in the woods early in the morning where they would sort out and send them off in different directions."Did you carry me last night?" Jeniffer's melodious voice made him look in her direction. She was sitting on the couch and it seemed as though she was waiting for him to wake up. Her hair was pulled up in a high bun and was still wearing the button-up shirt and black pants she was wearing yesterday. He stared at her, wondering how anyone could look so breathtaking early in the morning.
Frank was dumbfounded. He couldn't do anything besides staring at the goddess who was descending the stairs. He had seen the gown before, however, this was the first time he was seeing her wear it. He had always thought that she was attractive, yet seeing her all dolled up was something else.The dress revealed the right amount of skin on her chest and shoulders and hugged her figure perfectly. The simple, yet elegant design looked as though it was specially made for her. The make-up she wore enhanced her soft features and her hair-do was flawless. However, what polished her look was the lovely smile she wore on her luscious lips.When she halted in front of him, the alluring scent of her perfume made his mouth water."Let's go?"
Todd kept taunting Frank with his smirk. Frank never danced with the women he slept with. He never showed them any kind of affection. They were more like furniture to him. Todd was almost certain that Frank would decline dancing with her, however, he was taken by surprise when he looked at Jennifer and raised his eyebrows. "Will you dance with me?" He asked and she flashed her best smile. "Of course." Frank's father and Todd watched as they walked towards the centre of the dance floor hand in hand. Dissatisfied by the outcome, Todd glared at them with a critical squint. He saw them move together, yet, he was still sceptical. Gritting his teeth, he scrutinised their movements. He felt that their movements were a bit weird. That they were too st
The Mafia lord Parker narrowed his eyes at Rudolph. Indeed he had been working hard for his organisation and had it not been for the commendable work he had done during the past month, he wouldn't have given him a chance to speak."You better have a good explanation for this," Parker stated, his eyes still narrowed on the middle-aged man who seemed to be despondent."I….. I don't know…… I… it has been more than a month since I last spoke to her. I don't know any of this." He stammered. To say Rudolph was scared would be an understatement. He had been trying extremely hard to be on their good side. He had even risked his life when he sneaked into Frank's office that night to steal his laptop, hoping it would lead them to what they had wanted the whole time. It did have the information, yet it was misleading. However, his h
Jennifer admired her reflection in the mirror. A little smile was constant on her lips. She had never thought that her special day would turn out to be like this. When she grew up, she had hoped that her father would be there for her on this day. That he would walk her down the aisle, holding her hand. Yet, that was far from reality. Her father had proved himself to be nothing but a halfwit.Her wedding gown was nothing short of a masterpiece. The top was embroidered using beads and sequins. The lacy flared skirt gave the gown an elegant look. Although her neckline revealed enough of her cleavage, she was certain that no one would dare look there. No one except the man of her dreams. A long slit on the side revealed her smooth legs. She smirked as she traced the Glock that was strapped to her thigh. Carrying it with her at all times was now a norm for her.
Todd just died? But she didn't pull the trigger...then who did? Gulping, Jennifer studied the lifeless body that lay in front of her.The sight of Todd's motionless body made her gag. Todd was lying on his back, with his eyes wide open, and his face suddenly drained of colour. No signs of life were in him. It was a quick kill. She noticed that the blood was pooling underneath his head but the wound wasn't visible. Which could mean that he was shot on the back of his head.She looked around frantically and spotted Frank at the stairs. However, he wasn't holding a gun. He too was staring bewildered.Just then, Frank's father stepped forward from behind."I told you, Todd was mine to kill," he said."Dad?" Frank was shocked to see his father."I heard what Mike told you. So I followed you upstairs. Didn't you realise that I was following you?" He smirked.Frank shrugged. "I guess
Great! She heard everything!" Todd mumbled squinting at the screen. When they checked the footage, they saw Jennifer and a tall, well-built man, listening to every word they uttered."Everything is ruined! Again! And because of that damned woman!" Todd grumbled, sneering in frustration."She keeps ruining everything for me! She is such a nuisance. I should have gotten rid of her first when I had the chance!" Todd gritted his teeth."What now?" Oswald frowned as he glanced at his father."We don't waste time. We must attack now! Tonight! We must attack at once!" He stated and stood up from his seat."Quick! Call the men! Get ready to fight. We are going to finish them off and leave this place for good!" He decreed."Leaving?" Oswald frowned."Yes. Leaving. We will move to Italy and that's where we will settle down. I am done living in the states. But I'm not going to leave without teaching them
Jennifer sat in the car, with a racing heart. She was excited and anxious at the same time. She was going back home after a long time. She wondered what her nanna would say.Would she be excited to see her? Would she hug her like she always does? An involuntary smile curved her lips as she thought about her reunion with the woman she loved and respected as a mother. She knew she most probably would have to explain a lot. But one thing was certain. Her nanna would be happy to see her happy.Sighing, she glanced outside. She was as excited as a little child who was seeing the passing city lights for the first time. Life had taken an unexpected turn for her. When she was first taken as a prisoner, she had never thought that she would fall for the ruthless Don, who showed no mercy.She chuckled. Who kn
Todd went to meet Oswald. He didn't know what else to do. He couldn't possibly go anywhere that they could get their hands on. His life was, without a doubt, in danger. His uncle wouldn't spare him.He knew what would happen. They would detect the presence of cyanide and then look for him. When they don't find him, they will check the CCTV footage. What he sees on the footage will take things from bad to worse. Todd was certain that his uncle would kill him as soon as he saw him. He could no longer hide in any place he knew. His uncle would know each of his hideouts and most probably, send his men everywhere to catch him."What happened?" Frowning, Oswald asked as soon as he reached the bar Todd had asked him to go urgently. The place wasn't very popular and was located a good distance away from Frank's mansion. Todd had gone the
Frank's father sneered from time to time, his eyes glued to the screen. They were in the security room, going through the security footage of the mansion. They couldn't find Todd in the mansion. The security guards at the main gate at that time had seen him leave in his car so Frank and the others had opted to check the security footage."That insolent jerk!" Frank's father growled when he saw Todd emptying the contents of a small bottle into the bottle of wine he had taken from the kitchen cabinet. Everything happened as Jennifer had told them. Barton took the bottle from him and went to do what he was asked to. Jennifer and Frank along with Mike and other men who Frank and his father trusted the most were with them.They saw how he advanced at Jennifer and held her tight, but she managed to escape after kicking him in the crotch.
"Barton, my good man, I need a little help from you. Take this bottle. And serve Frank. Miss Jennifer had bought this for him and forgotten this bottle here in the kitchen. As you know this is his favourite brand of liquor." Todd handed the bottle to the worker. "Remember, serve this especially to my cousin." Jennifer couldn't believe what she was hearing. She hadn't bought a bottle of liquor for Frank. She couldn't understand what Todd was talking about. After the revealing of her painting, she had gone to the kitchen to look for Ron as she wanted to ask him to serve the food he had prepared. However, she couldn't find Ron. Instead, she found Barton, the worker who was supposed to be in charge of the drinks for the nig
Todd dashed up the stairs and ran towards his room. His heart frantically beat in his chest. Lentils of sweat dripped down his sideburns. He didn't know Frank was listening to his conversation. He had been extremely careful about his connection with Oswald yet it was ruined with just a phone call.He growled as he picked up a vase on the side table and threw it on the floor. The pieces of ceramics scattered on the marbles with a loud crash. Sneering angrily, he stormed towards the balcony in the room.He didn't bother about the little ceramic pieces that crushed underneath his shoes as he walked over them. He walked towards the railing and grasped the cold metal of the railing with all his might."Damn him!" He grumbled under his breath. Seething in anger, he reached out for the pack of cigarettes in his pocket. After lighting up one of them, he blew a few puffs of smoke into the atmosphere, hoping that it would calm
Days passed since Mike was told to keep an eye on Todd. He made sure that Todd didn't leave the mansion without his knowledge. He kept watching his every move discreetly. When he didn't notice anything absurd, he started to listen to his phone calls too. However, he saw nothing to be concerned about."What is the news on Todd? Did you find anything I should worry about?" Frank asked Mike on their way to the shed.Shaking his head, "no, boss. Nothing. He doesn't leave the house much. And if he leaves, it usually will be for work in the shed."Mike's reply wasn't satisfactory. Frank was certain that something was odd. They couldn't have known to attack them at that particular restaurant that night unless they were continuously spying on them or unless Todd had informed them about their whereabouts.Frank narrowed his eyes as he recalled how the masked attacker had groped her that night. He wa