All Chapters of THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

{Mac Allister} The car moved along the winding roads. Abebi broke the silence, her voice filled with a sense of relief. "Meeting Clementine was easier than I expected," she remarked, her eyes fixed on the passing scenery. I glanced at her, a small smile playing on my lips. "Sometimes, things fall into place unexpectedly," I replied, my gaze focused on the road ahead.Abebi rested her head against the car window, her thoughts lost in the distance. I could sense a mix of emotions swirling within her. Clementine's demeanour had surprised her, perhaps challenging the preconceived notions she held about powerful mafia leaders."He's a good man and a valuable alliance," I said, breaking the silence. Abebi turned her attention towards me, her eyes reflecting curiosity. "His family has been loyal to mine for years," I continued, emphasizing the deep-rooted connection between our families. Loyalty and trust were rare commodities in our world, and the bond between our families carried immen

{Mac Allister}As the plane soared through the sky, I couldn't help but notice the contrasting attire between Abebi and myself. Her elegance in the black gown complemented my black coat, creating an intriguing visual juxtaposition. It was a moment of lightheartedness, and I teased her a little."Your girls are lucky," I playfully remarked, raising an eyebrow. Abebi's eyes widened, and a slight blush crept across her cheeks. I could sense her nervousness, causing me to chuckle softly."What girls?" she asked, her tone laced with curiosity and a hint of anxiety. I grinned mischievously, enjoying her reaction."I mean your strippers," I clarified, emphasizing the word with a light-hearted tone. The mention of the word "strippers" seemed to catch her off guard, and I could see her mind racing to make sense of my words.Abebi let out a small laugh, realizing my playful banter. "Oh, those girls," she replied, her voice tinged with amusement. "They have been fortunate so far on this trip, un

{ Mac Allister}The tension in the room escalated as my mother and I engaged in a heated exchange. Every word spoken carried the weight of our conflicting desires and the inherent danger that surrounded us. I paced the room, frustration fueling my movements, while Madame Beatrice maintained her composed demeanour, using a toothpick to punctuate her words."Why have you brought back the two women I rejected back into my life?" I questioned, my voice filled with a mix of anger and exasperation. The memories of past betrayals and the repercussions they had brought upon our family resurfaced, intensifying my emotions.Madame Beatrice, still calm and collected, responded matter-of-factly, "You know that the rejection of a girl from the Tommy family is a death trap for us." Her words hung in the air, a reminder of the dangerous game we played, where alliances and loyalties could determine life or death."I don't care," I retorted, my tone defiant. The weight of tradition and the fear of re

{Abebi}I continued my journey, my steps growing weary with each passing kilometre, a voice suddenly called out to me from a nearby car. I glanced in the direction of the voice and saw a man with striking green eyes and a bony jaw gesturing for me to approach. Uncertain of his intentions, I initially ignored the call, my guard still up from my recent experiences.Undeterred, the man drove his car closer to me, persistent in his attempt to get my attention. "Hey, want a lift?" he offered, opening the door invitingly. A mix of caution and weariness filled my mind, but the thought of a respite from the long journey enticed me. I cautiously accepted his offer, stepping into the car with my trusty blue box.As I settled into the passenger seat, the man lowered the volume of the music that had been playing in his car. "Heading to where?" he inquired, his eyes flickering with curiosity."Cerami District," I replied, stating my destination. The man nodded in acknowledgement and closed the d

{Abebi}I rummaged through my bag, panic rose within me. I realized I didn't have enough money to take a taxi home. With a heavy sigh, I resigned myself to the fact that I would have to trek my way back. The thought of the long journey ahead weighed on my tired shoulders.As I walked, the realization slowly dawned on me I was the last person to leave the company. The deserted streets amplified the sense of solitude, and the sight of Felix's car still parked in the lot caught my attention. A fleeting thought crossed my mind, suggesting that I wait by his car in the hope that he might notice me and offer me a ride. However, I quickly dismissed the idea, reminding myself that I didn't want to inconvenience him.With determination, I continued my trek through the darkness. The night enveloped me, and the streetlights provided the only source of illumination. It felt like an eternity had passed, even though it hadn't been over thirty minutes since I had left the company.Suddenly, a car's