My mojo

chapter 2

"Bisila? so it's been you all this damn time. what did I tell ?"Bradley growling.

"am I in trouble godfather?" inquired she smirking.

"you've been making a fool out of me and I still huddled you in as patrick smith? what can I do with you child?"

"forgive me and let me come back and stay with you. please godfather."

"have you changed?" inquired Bradley with a demandful face.

"yeah."

"when was that child?"

"today. this morning."

"Get out of my sight Bisila. right now before I loose it." started the old gentleman as he took a stroll up from his seat.

"you have lost it already."

"Get out you piece of... get out." staged he as Bisila set off running out of the room to the yard then through the gardens out from a small gate as Bradley continued limping after her.

"I don't want to ever see you again around my farm you little rascal." yelled the old grey.

"sorry Mr. Bradley. I will ask for your permission next time I return." responded she chuckling.

"I will s*******r you like a Guinea pig if I ever see you again. " replied Bradley closing his little farm gate heading back inside. "what's with this little girl?" said he chuckling to himself.

Walking through the streets as she aimed to where she was heading. A bar that faced her just a couple of meters to it. She looking into her pocket that blazed through it the payment she had just received.

At the bar entrance she stood gazing up at the bright poster that read.

DONNIE AND THE BAR.

on the inside where a couple of gentlemen seated all around with bottles of booze of conversation going on around mostly questioning where Bisila was.

"probably bullying someone." snapped one gentleman as the rest chuckled to his say.

"you wish, don't yah." replied she heading inside the bar as all the gentlemen turned a gaze at how she was dressed. "hey Donnie?"

"speaking of the devil. why are you dressed like a male worker Bisila?" inquired old Donnie behind the counter.

"oh. it's a long story." replied she.

"we love stories. who was the victim today? " joked one gentleman as the rest cheered.

"Mr. Bradley." answered she.

"Not the old man again. " crunched Donnie as Bisila sat at a stool near a gentleman who had nearly snapped or chuckled to any joke that was said.

he wore a black long goofy hat the covered almost his face, snake scaled boots the gave away his expensive status from the rest of the men in the bar.

on his thumb sat a cobra ring as Bisila recognised it from his beer sip. his laid palm at the table looked rather very soft for a hard working man. His eyes where very dark and deep inside though he did seem of age and handsome.

"hello." snapped Bisila at him.

"hi. " responded he in a very strong glue voice.

"tell us about it Already." snapped the blonde young guy who walked seating next to her as Donnie sent her a glass full of beer.

"has anyone about Andrew James junior?" asked a bold tall guy who had snapped Bisila inside.

"John James's young son who left for England ten years ago?" inquired the blonde boy as the rest set there ears ready to take in the conversations.

"yeah. the young boy arrives in two day with his wife. rumours say she is a very beautiful musician from England. her name um... what was it? what was it?" scratched the bold guy to recall and the old guy next to Bisila said.

"Anna Witherspoon."

"yes yes, Anna witherspoon."

"so, why tell us about then Travie? " sipped Bisila drippingly.

"well because. you are not yet married Bisila. the one man we all though could take manage to steal your heart is getting back with a wife." answered Travie. "we've all tried but it seems you not interested are you?"

"ya'll are like fathers and brothers to you. Now look at you Travie. I might be years older than you."

"well age is just a number isn't it." chuckled Travie taking his glass up as all the boys cheered.

"alright. it's late. and ya'll men. I don't know what any of you would do to me but I will just head home early to avoid any temptations. "

"I will take you." offered the blonde guy.

"why would you do that Daglous, so you would have me to yourself alone?" joked she.

"no no no."

"I will walk with you too. would you mind if I walked with you just us two?" asked the goofy hat gentleman.

"no. I wouldn't, if only you behave." replied Bisila.

"well, that my middle name." asked he.

"oh sorry Daglous, the old guy won the race. maybe tomorrow. " smirked she as the gentleman laid out his arm for her to roll on.