Bethroed To The One I Called My Brother

Chapter eleven

PLEASE NOTE THAT CHRISTOPHER AND CARTEL ARE THE SAME PERSON I JUST LIKE USING BOTH NAMES ALOT.

#CHRISTOPHER CARTEL

"If you want to go fast walk alone but, if you want to get there, go as a team" ‐‐‐‐‐

We arrived at the airport the paparazzi was no different from the one before. I didn't bother asking where we were going because it's dumb asking a question you know you'll never get the answer to

Marcel was there dressed in his jacket suit that was made for his body. I don't know how come I never asked where he was since he practically disappeared when we arrived

"Fancy seeing you here darling" I greeted Marcel using my fake British accent

"Hey Ken" He smiles genuinely at me

"Where were you?" I question as soon as I took a seat beside him

"Around handling mafia business" He shrugged "Don't let Chris know that I told you" he whispers

"Lips are sealed" I pretended to lock them and throw away the key

"You know I never got why people always do that like why would you throw away the key that is meant to open your mouth that you closed" He complains "It's pointlessly pointless"

"I will never get it either" I laugh

"Not to break up your reunion or anything but, Celly I need to borrow you for a minute" He intrudes using the weirdest nickname for Marcel

"Not that you intended to but I'd like you to know that you just did break up the reunion" I sassily reply

"Watch the attitude" He points and glares at me taking my only company away. They went through a door and towards the room closing the door behind them.

I just sat there and I thought; it wouldn't hurt to eavesdrop. I got up and went straight for the door

At first they were talking about drug deals and shipments being sealed which was boring but the mention of my name made me inch further if that was possible

"Have you found out where Kenese's father is?"

"James said that her father doesn't exist the name doesn't match his identity at all and we can't find anything on him" Marcel answers the question asked before

"What?" He asks rhetorically "It's been 9 days since he's been looking for him" 

Why the hell would they be looking for my dad don't they know he's dead and what do they mean by my dad doesn't exist; ofcourse he does or atlest did

"If James hasn't found his true identity then you know what that means" I could now feel the tension vibrating in the door

"Yeah, I sure do" He scoffed

"So do we tell her?" Marcel asks.

Tell me what?

"Hell no Marcus, we wouldn't want anything to get into the way of her training from my POV, I know she is going to be one of the greatest yet" What training are they talking about?

I wouldn't want to get caught so now that they were no longer talking about me I just ran back to my seat

After about fifteen minutes of awkward silence between Marcel and myself a pretty dark haired young flight attendant approached us with three chocolate mocha on her tray sending billion dollar smiles our way

"Excuse me but I don't think you are in the correct career path" I say as she greeted us pleasantly

"Excuse me?" She asked taken away by my words, she must've really taken it for an insult