CH.XX
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As Hailey ate, " Timothy could think
was how to keep her safe in other
words how to keep Frank away. But
above all he realised that he started
to fall for her. For God's sake he just
met her 3 days he is already falling.
If Marco finds out about this he
will laugh his ass off. They ate in
silence with Hailey making small
Conversations here and there.
"Okay. You people seem tired, how
about we call it a day and retire for
bed ?" Hailey asked.
"Sure thing." Michael replied.
"1st floor to the right any room
you can pick any one, all are guest
bedrooms. And Hailey you as well
whichever seems fit to you."
" okay." Both of them replied and
went off.
Timothy stayed in the living room he
need to sweat out his anger. He
walked in the opposite direction to
kitchen into the gym room. He took
his shirt off, showing of his perfect
abs and started to workout. In the
middle of his stress reliving he was
disturbed by a phone call.
" Hello ?"
" hey, man where have you been all
day ? I stopped at your office but
you were not there which was not
at all suspicious. " Marco's voice
came from the other side with full
sarcasm.
Hailey," is not safe."
" What do you mean ? what
happened ?"
"we can talk about it over a glass of
Whisky. meet me in the moonstone
club in 30 minutes.
"Always down for a Whisky besides
have something to tell you as well."
"hmm."
Timothy hung up on him picked his
shirt from floor and made his way
to his bedroom. Taking a shower he
changed into a pair of causal T-shirt
and jeans pairing it with black spot
shoes. He walked outside in the
Corridor and a flight of stairs.
"Going Somewhere?" A Soft voice
spoke from the middle of the room.
He switched on the light and saw her
fidgeting with her finger.
"Yes. Marco is Coming around and
we need to talk about few things
about the agreement we are thinking
of signing."
"Ohh. Umm.... can I come with
you ?" she asked nervously.
"You had a long day, sleep." he said
and turned around to walk out.
"But It's late."
"I know. go to sleep we can talk
tomorrow. "
She looked sad but he knew he can't
take her where he going right now.
He took his car keys locked the main
door off to moonstone club.
He entered the club through the back
door. He didn't want anyone to know
about his presence. He saw Marco
Sitting at the farthest booth from the
bar in a relatively dark corner.
"Hey man." Marco greeted. Timothy
nodded him. The glass if Whisky
was ready for him. he took a seat
opposite to Marco while swirling the
liquid in the glass.
" So what is it ?"
"You remember Frank?" Timothy asked
after a minute of silence.
"Frank Taylor?" Marco squinted his
eyes at his mention.
" Yes. He hurt her in past."
" Define hurt?"
physical violence, verbal
harassment, and almost sexual
harassment, Oh and not to forget
almost kidnapping."
" f**k! That's a lot to go on. So I
Wonder you want yo have a match
with him ?"
"No match won't help it, he got out of
jail once, I won't be able to kill him."
Hey, I know you must hate him but
killing won't help it, The officials will
have more reasons to charge you
for."
"You are right killing won't help it,
I will torture him, keep him alive.
And I don't hate him I despise him."
he said as he drank the liquid and
placed a glass in the table.
"Okay. you can do whatever you
want, I will be there if you need any
help. besides that I have a news.
Timothy raised one of his perfectly
Sculpted eyebrows.
"Lucas knight,he is back in town,
we wants to talk to you about
Something."
"About what ?"
He wouldn't tell me, he wants to
talk to you personally."
"When ?" Timothy said.
now, actually. "
What ? he is here ?"
"yes. Upstairs in the VIP corner."
Timothy nodded and left to meet Lucas
but he didn't feel Marco following
him. He stopped and turned around
he was still sitting on the chair.
" What's wrong with you ? Come on."
Timothy said.
"I told you he wants to talk to you
personally, I am just a side guy.
Marco said looking at his glass. That
was strange how he said the last
sentence. Timothy made a mental note
to talk to him about what happened
to him.
"You walk with me right now or
drag you with me." Timothy said.
Marco finished his drink and
followed him to the VIP corner.
Reaching the scheduled area, they
saw as the Boss of the so called
American mafia was taking a drag
of his cigar with none other that
Sofia beside him desperately
trying to grab his attention and
failing terribly as he was not even
looking at her.
"Ahh.. my men. " He said after he
recognized them.
Lucas was a tall man, muscled and
man of his word. He was none to
be lethal to anyone who dares to
defy his command. He and Timothy
were both of same age. He stepped
in after his father's death 4 years
back coincidentally the same time
when Timothy joined the Underground
boxing.
"What do you want ?"
"Straight to the point .. I see."
"Well, let's just chat for a little while,
Here meet her. He name is--"
"-- Sofia. yes I know."
"I see, you have gone around
sleeping like your mother."
" Don't worry, My standards are far
better than her."
Lucas smiled at him and motion for
everyone to go.
" So, what's the deal ?"Timothy asked
once everyone was out and only four
people were left. Timothy and Marco,
Lucas and his right hand Jacob.
"I want you to join my men. Teach
them to fight, train them. There is a
big war coming and I want my to be
perfectly trained and skilled. "
" So basically, working for you ?"
"Kind off."
" Forget about it, I don't work for
anyone,"
" Come on, I'll pay you any amount.
Name your price"
"I said, I am not Interested. Oh you
can find Janie, he is looking for such
position. He is from Russia, settled in
America. he has a wife and kids who
don't know what he does to earn.
You can contact him. He is a good
fighter."
"I don't need good fighters, I need
the best."
"Give him a chance." Saying that he
stood from his chair ready to leave.
But before turning to go," he gave his
one last piece of advice.
"Oh," and while you are with her"
He said pointing at Sofia who was
straining to hear their conversation
"-keep an eye on your credit cards
and pass codes. Or be ready to be
fooled." Saying that he left with
Marco trailing behind him to the
bar.
They ordered another Whisky and
watched the people on the dance
floor.
- Writer
