Daisy left Marielle behind before she would open her mouth again and ruined her night. When she started heading toward her table, she saw Sheila Robin sitting in her seat, talking to Brett. "He's still got the hots for her. I believe he fucked her a lot, just like his other women." Daisy stiffened and turned toward the woman talking to her. It was Gloria Hampton. Gloria offered a bland kind of smile and touched Daisy on the arm, like they've known each other for a very long time. "You should watch out for him," she said, looking at Brett. "He's a user. He uses women. I’ve seen it happen before, countless times. More than it should." "I can handle myself." Daisy told her in the kindest voice. She smiled. "They all say that." Her sympathetic smile rubbed Daisy the wrong way, that she turned and pushed her hair behind her ears, showing off her engagement ring in the process. That particular action caught Gloria unaware and she stared at the precious stone in absolute shock. Bu
Daisy hurried back to Brett. He stood when she reached him. "I need you real quick," she said briskly, noting Sheila's absence. She caught Brett's hand and tugged. "Come on." "Alright, let's go." He replied and rushed down with her. Once they located a somewhat secluded spot, Brett stopped. "What's wrong, what the hell is the rush?" He asked.She stopped and looked out over the room, searching for Gloria. "Gloria fucking Hampton ambushed me." She explained.His hand tightened on hers. "I've been checking to see her since the dancefloor, but I haven't. Where is she and what did she say to you.""Some shit any scorned ex would say to the woman that they believe took their position." She said, still looking around for Gloria. "You haven't seen her all through the night?""No," he shook his head, following the direction of her eyes. "Christ Brett. It isn't so hard to notice her. She would be somewhere in this room.""Well, forgive me for having eyes only for the love of my life," he
Daisy hurried back to Brett. He stood when she reached him. "I need you real quick," she said briskly, noting Sheila's absence. She caught Brett's hand and tugged. "Come on." "Alright, let's go." He replied and rushed down with her. Once they located a somewhat secluded spot, Brett stopped. "What's wrong, what the hell is the rush?" He asked.She stopped and looked out over the room, searching for Gloria. "Gloria fucking Hampton ambushed me." She explained.His hand tightened on hers. "I've been checking to see her since the dancefloor, but I haven't. Where is she and what did she say to you.""Some shit any scorned ex would say to the woman that they believe took their position." She said, still looking around for Gloria. "You haven't seen her all through the night?""No," he shook his head, following the direction of her eyes. "Christ Brett. It isn't so hard to notice her. She would be somewhere in this room.""Well, forgive me for having eyes only for the love of my life," he
Dear Reader, Sadly we have come to the end of Brett and Daisy's journey. It's been such a beautiful one no doubt. And I'm so grateful we went down this route together. If you enjoyed reading about Brett and Daisy, then don't forget to drop a kind review for me. I know you must be wondering what happened to Ugo Chike. If you are, then you have to see for yourself in my next book, "THE BADASS MAFIA BOSS QUEEN" (already out). The next chapters are free chapters from the book. Thank you so much Darlings, for all the love, support and encouragement.
HOLLISWhoever brought up the idea of carving that awful looking image of Einstein must either be so dumb or extremely stupid because they made a whole mess of the image and also made it so obvious that the faux wall really had to be a door. Bloody hand raised, I waited for Rocco to hand me a reloaded gun. The cold feel of a semi-automatic grazed my fingers and I smiled."There's nobody inside Boss. Aside from the few securities we've already taken care of, the house is clean." Rocco, my right hand man reported, but I smiled knowing that my suspicion might be true then.I simply shifted my gaze to him. Today was just the f*ck*ng day I've been looking forward to. A good day to teach Velcro and his stupid brother some hard lessons and knock some senses into them while at it, if they survive anyway."Nero, stay out here with the rest of the men and be alert. I'll notify you if we need more men."Nero nodded and dished out inaudible orders to the rest of the men with his fingers while I
HOLLIS Whoever brought up the idea of carving that awful looking image of Einstein must either be so dumb or extremely stupid because they made a whole mess of the image and also made it so obvious that the faux wall really had to be a door. Bloody hand raised, I waited for Rocco to hand me a reloaded gun. The cold feel of a semi-automatic grazed my fingers and I smiled. "There's nobody inside Boss. Aside from the few securities we've already taken care of, the house is clean." Rocco, my right hand man reported, but I smiled knowing that my suspicion might be true then. I simply shifted my gaze to him. Today was just the f*ck*ng day I've been looking forward to. A good day to teach Velcro and his stupid brother some hard lessons and knock some senses into them while at it, if they survive anyway. "Nero, stay out here with the rest of the men and be alert. I'll notify you if we need more men." Nero nodded and dished out inaudible orders to the rest of the men with his fingers whil
UGO I took in the orderliness of the little room that had always served as my safe space for the longest time. All my childhood memories were still intact, almost as I had left them. My mother had taken it upon herself to preserve all the good memories, making sure not to alter the shape of the room and the position of things as I left them. I tried recalling the last time I visited Lilycity. It's been well over two years. Fairview had found a way to draw me into its tight grasp and sapped me off all my free time. I sighed, recalling my mother's tears at the airport when she came to pick me up. I was initially skeptical that she would be the one to pick me up, but then she somehow managed to convince me with my father's support that she has recovered perfectly since her intestinal surgery. "Poor woman." I murmured regrettably. Pulling my hair into a tight bun, I sat down on the only chair in my room, took in the beauty of the modest-looking room and smiled. What my room lacked in
The silence at the dinning table felt excruciating and painful. I forced most of the mashed potatoes down my throat and swallowed hurriedly each time, unable to feel the taste of the meal. When the silence became too unbearable, I shifted my meal and turned to my parents. "Let's hear it, what's the problem?" "Eat Ugo." My father said, tapping me gently on the arm. "I'm full, and even if I'm not, I can't take more. I've lost my appetite. What's going on, what's with the silence and brooding, did someone die?" My mother was the first to shake her head. "We didn't lose anyone. But we might as well loose someone if we don't find a solution." She said, "Ada..." My father called in his usual peace-loving manner. "Ugo is not a child, honey. The earlier we start taking....the better." "Please talk to me... anyone. Dad, Mom." "Honey, it's nothing serious....." "Your father was accused of stealing from his company." My mom interrupted. "What?" I looked at my father, hoping he would as