"I'm ready to go," Jennifer announced as she applied the last bit of make-up on her face. She was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans and a black top with flared sleeves which Frank thought looked great on her. She hadn't put on much make-up, just a simple black eyeliner and some red lipstick that touched up her natural grace. Her hair was pulled up in a high ponytail, exposing her slender neck.
They were now prepared to meet the new affiliates and Frank couldn't help but admire how much her confidence had grown over the past few weeks. He still remembered how timid she was during the first meeting, yet now her confidence had grown tenfold.
He watched her as she smiled at him confidently. She was no longer anxious to meet his men. She knew exactly how to put them in their place and they too gave her the respect she deserved
Jennifer was close to tears as they rushed to their Doc's place. Though Frank winced in pain at first, he soon got used to it. It was as though nothing had happened to him. However, his bloody pants proved that nothing was normal.Surprised at his calm state, Jennifer gaped at him. Frowning, she searched his face."Doesn't it hurt?" She asked, making Frank chuckle in response. Smirking, he glanced at her. He saw how concerned and surprised she looked at the same time."It burns," he told her and his response only added to her unrest."Then how can you be so relaxed?" She expressed her confusion.Amused by her reaction, Frank snickered."This isn't that bad. The doc will remove the bullet and put in some stitches. If the wound doesn't get infected, it won't take that long to heal," he told her.Grimacing, she leaned back in the seat. Her eyes darted to his wo
"Are you sure you wouldn't need help, boss?" Mike asked for the third time as he helped Frank up the stairs so that he could rest in his room. Jennifer was silently following them. They had returned to their mansion after his wound was stitched."Yeah, I'm sure," he confirmed as he entered the room with Jennifer right behind him.Smirking, Mike glanced at Jennifer and then at Frank."Okay...if you say so, boss. Maybe your girlfriend will help you around," Mike's eyes twinkled mischievously as he teased him.Frank pursed his lips and rolled his eyes, however didn't say anything. Still smirking, Mike turned towards Jennifer and bowed his head a little."Ma'am," he paid his respects to her a
Frank studied her wilted face. She was suddenly too silent and he didn't like it. His eyes focused on her as she munched on her breakfast sandwich.Why did she ask him about his love life anyway? Maybe she wanted to connect with him a bit. Perhaps he also should try to make conversation.Clearing his throat, "so tell me about you," he said. Jennifer glanced at him with raised eyebrows."I mean… your love life if that is okay," he said."Oh," She let out a sad chuckle. "My love life? I guess I don't have one. It is a huge failure," she shrugged, trying her best to hide her pain. It was hard for her since her throat had tightened. Her nose twitched as tears were continuously threatening to fall out of her eyes. However, she knew she must remain strong.I can’t do this to myself.She thought.It is not his fault that I’m feeling like this. It is just my foolish heart.She inha
Days passed by and slowly, Frank's wound healed. By the time two weeks had passed, he started to attend his work once again and Jennifer was left alone during his work hours.Out of boredom, one day, she started to go through the drawers in his closet and came across an old picture album in which she found pictures of a little family. A young boy and his parents."I think this is Frank and this must be his mom," she mumbled, studying her features carefully. With dark hair tied up in a high bun and eyes like Frank, she was certain that she must be her. The man who stood next to her, holding the boy was definitely Mr Gotham.She traced the picture, smiling to herself."She looks glamorous," she whispered to herself.
"I want to go to the mall," Jennifer told Frank early the next morning."The mall? What for?" He asked, as he checked his reflection on the mirror. He was about to leave after lunch as usual. The new affiliates were going to make their first purchase from them hence Frank wanted to be there. He didn't find any connection with them and the attacks or with his rivals, hence they had strengthened the connection between themselves.Jennifer wanted to buy art supplies so that she could prepare her little surprise, but for that she needed to buy the materials she needed."It is a surprise," she grinned at him, making him turn around and look at her in amusement."Surprise, eh?" He smirked.
"Name…..my …. Wow! This….. this tastes amazing," grinning from ear to ear, she spoke through her hiccups. "I...I never thought I'd enjoy liquor so...so much," she giggled, and rested her head on her hand as she stared at Frank's father. "Hi, Mr Gotham. You look intimidating," she laughed. "Frank looks a lot like you Mr Gotham. But he had got his mother's eyes," she spoke. "Yeah, you are right," he agreed and sighed. The mention of his late wife reminded him of his love for her, yet he had to focus on what he had to do. "I want to know more about….." "Don't tell Frank," she whispered, leaning towards him. "I saw a picture album in his closet. His mom's pictures are there," she giggled, making him go speechless. She keeps interrupting him and talking about his late wife! Mr Gotham scowled. He has to get this woman to tell him what he wants to know. Knitting his eyebrows
Hearing those words from her felt surreal to Frank. He was stunned when she crashed her lips on his. Still shocked, he didn't try to move away from her as she continued to move her lips against his.After tugging at his lips for some time, she started to trail soft kisses down his neck while exploring his toned body with her hands. Inhaling his scent, she bit his earlobe."Oh God, I love you, Frank," she whispered.Her hands were tightly wrapped around his stiffened body. His lips parted. He wanted to speak, yet he couldn't. He didn't know what to say.Does she love me?His heart thudded hysterically as he wondered. He blinked and shook his head.
"What?" She gasped.Mr Gotham chuckled monotonously and tilted his head as he studied her bewildered face."Jennifer Walter, the daughter of Rudolph Walter. The girl who was abducted from her home by the Mafia Don, Frank, my son. Why? Because her father," he turned to look at Frank, who was staring at him wide-eyed."Stole an important laptop. Am I wrong, my dear son?" He mocked Frank.Frank was shocked. Todd was holding his rigid form firmly, preventing him from moving from his place.What? How did he…Frank wondered as he focused his eyes on his father. Stupefied, he stared at his father as he strolled over to Jennifer,
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