ISSUES

Chapter two😮😧

# Kansas#
*Ike's POV*

Shivers run down my spine as I watched him buck up and down the room when I entered. I tapped the door🚪 and he stopped in his tracks, turning his head towards me.

— Did he get it done?
— No sir.(silence) I already took care of him
— Good

His long masculine fingers curled into a fist🤜🏻 and he punched hard into the wall. I knew he'd be angry😠😤. This kill was very important to us. We could have been the leading syndicate if we had taken his life. But there was still something I had to tell him. Two things actually.

— Sir??

I called out and he faced me.

—News, however reached me that Kendrick was murdered
— What?? How? If our henchman didn't kill him. It means there's someone other than us after him.

He grinned devilishly😈.

—Even if he didn't die at our hands,he's still out of the way. We could raid the syndicate and takeover. I've waited so long for this😈.
— Well sir. About that actually, Tristan took over the syndicate already. And from sources he's trying to take everything for himself by legalizing everything and dropping out of the game. He doesn't want to be a mafia boss, sir.
— I see. Is he not aware? One can never ditch the Mafian side of him. Once a Mafian, always a Mafian. He'll surely leave loops in his mission and we are going to find those loops by hook or crook and claim it all.

He smirked 😏mischievously at me and I couldn't help but smile back. I thought we lost, but, we still got the ball in our court.I began phoning📱 right away to get all the skilled men we'll need for this.
He left the office and I let out a deep breath I didn't even realise I was holding. Damn, this aura of his would oneday be the cause of my death.

#London#
*Lalisa's POV *

As I woke up that morning🌅, and an unusually sweet aroma hit my nostrils. Geez, it smelled so good and yummy that it made my mouth water💧 . I got ready for the day and slipped on my flip flops. As I approached the kitchen, I heard pots and pans mangling as the aroma intensified.

—Nathan...

I called and he lurched backwards.

......what are you doing?
aman. I'm baking. Isn't it obvious? It's Senôrita's birthday today.
He said rolling his eyes dramatically. He looked cute.His dark purple hair was tinted with flour and his little hands kneaded the dough like a pro.

Today was a birth and death anniversary. It was five years today, I delivered my beautiful Senôrita and her still born sister Sanïta. As I remembered her, I couldn't help but shed some teardrops😢.
Nathaniel tried to clean my tears, only to cover my face with flour.

—Ne pleure pas maman. [don't cry maman]

He said and and gave me an assuring 😊 . I hugged him and kissed😙 his cheeks. He squealed and pushed my head away. He hated intimate body contacts. I laughed😅 and let him go.
He went over to the oven and brought out a perfectly shaped heart❤️🎂 cake. So that's where the smell was from. He put it in the fridge to cool it fast as he put his sausage rolls into the oven.
We cleaned the kitchen up and he iced the cake.

— C'est finis. [It's done]

He said proudly after fitting in the last candle.

—Elle va adorer. [She'll love it]