Till Death Do us Apart - Episode 41&42

 

TILL D£ATH DO US APART

Till Death Do us Apart - Episode 41&42

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[Ah Hour Later, Inside The Citadel]

In the relaxation room, Leonardo sat like a force of nature, laptop on the table in front of him, his attention all on the bright screen.

He has changed from his suit to black jean pants and fresh t-shirt—his comfort combo whenever he's inside.

He's with the parcel again—the Cooper siblings parcel. He hasn't really been paying attention to it.

Since the first day he made researches and found nothing about who sent it, he has left it.

Now that tonight seems like the last night of freeness, he wants to use it on the parcel again.

Tommorow is obviously gonna be the resumption of business, there'd be so many stupid documents at his face.

Back to the parcel, his suspicions were right...

The writing on the letter wasn't handwritten. It was done by a machine.

Someone used a writing machine to write a letter, sent it to the Cooper siblings in a parcel and deceived them to come to the clan to steal?

Now things just got more interesting.

He's gonna start from the ink that was used to write the letter.

He relaxed on the couch and got his phone, making a call to the estate robot room.

"At your service, Sir Leo." The robotic voice chirped.

"Get me a list of the ink companies in the Chicago," Leonardo ordered, taking another look at the letter to study the ink. It's dark, not blue.

He took the original paper letter and brought it to his nose, sniffing it once.

The ink smells like incense, like the kind used by nuns in the nunnery or probably priests in churches.

"Change of order... Get me a list of ink companies with the darkest shade that carries the smell of incense. If possible, check for nunneries or churches that bought the ink during the past three weeks." He muttered.

"On it, sir. Give me a minute." The robotic voice replied.

Leonardo dropped the phone, and that was when he finally gave the other person in the Citadel a glance.

Ivanna.

She has been in here for an hour, cleaning silently.

Leonardo intentionally broke the mop stick, so she had to kneel and mop with only the wool.

And as she moved, her chest moved too. As she changed positions on the floor, the b+bs bounced, n+pples pressing her tight blouse material.

She's not even looking up, she's cleaning like she's the only one in here, like she's not aware of his existence at all.

She'd be done in a bit since she's only allowed to clean this relaxation room, and it's obvious she's cleaning faster so she'd get out of here soon.

Leonardo stood, took the ashtray sitting on the center table.

He scattered the ash and cigar bu+t on the floor that she has cleaned, and that was enough to make her look up, gasping again rising.

"I cleaned the places you just messed up already...what the hell is going on! I know you're used to bullying and messing with my head and skin but cut me a slack, I'm trying my best here and you aren't even—"

He took the second ashtray, holding eyes with her...

He poured it down too before she could finish that statement.

The mopping wool fell from her, and she clamped her palms together, fighting the urge to attack him.

If she does, he's only going to get triggered and excited.

Obviously, her anger makes his day. Her pain eases his boredom. Her fury greases his ego. 

She looked at the messy floor, nodding.

"I'll get to work, and start from the beginning, sir." 

"Just like that?" He scoffed. "You're boring when you're compliant, pet."

"I'm already so tired,. I don't have the strength to engage in a scuffle with you. You'd win anyways..." She replied and went down again.

She resumed her cleaning, starting from the beginning.

Leonardo went back to his couch, sitting back at that clear view again.

His eyes went up her neck, and he watched the tattoo for a little too long before he drove his eyes back to her chest, staring.

He could imagine her without that blouse, and he pictured how her naked breàsts would bounce faster.

Is her bre+sts creamy? Is it round, pointy, or perky? 

Is the n+pples pink? Or brown? 

His fantasy was getting dark...

He imagined her face when he clips her n+pples with hard plastic pegs...

The fantasy went darker...

The ringing of his phone cut his fantasy short, and he hissed before picking the phone.

It's the robot.

"You better make whatever you wanna say beneficial," Leonardo picked the call.

"I sent you the search results since three minutes ago, sir, but you haven't checked. The ink stuff," the robotic voice said.

Leonardo dropped the call and double-clicked a laptop key. The search results spread on his screen.

There are over 100 ink companies in Chicago, but just one of them produces black ink that smells like incense, and that one company is a supplier for a nunnery in Hubbard Street. That nunnery ordered ink from the company three weeks ago.

Leonardo read every detail and smiled crazily, grinning eventually and pouring himself a sparkling glass of Chardonnay.

He's not gon' drink bourbon today.

Now who the heck went to a nunnery to write a letter and then sent the letter in a parcel to the siblings to deceive them into this clan?

He's gonna find that out soon, and this is part of why he had the intuition that tommorow is gonna get overly busy.

Now that they got their Hong Kong goods, it's time to set an alliance in place with the Albanians.

He put a call through to Sandra.

"Hello, brother?" Sandra came through immediately.

"Start setting the alliance plans with the Albernians in place. You've got three days to set the meeting with their boss," he ordered.

"Seriously? But dad said those bastards are betrayers! The Albernian Faction goes back on their deals too much, and I know we can just waste them if that happens, but we'll still be the ones at the lose end cos we won't only lose our time but also our investment!" Sandra complained.

"There's a newly invented drug in the top Albernia illegal web, people at the brothel have been asking for it, but it's not in Chicago yet. It's madder than xax, so you can imagine the shitload of money we'd rake if we get our hands on it. I don't care about the downsides, I'm only interested in deals that benefits the clan. Start setting the meeting like I ordered... I'll fly down to Albernia if I have to." Leonardo insisted.

"It's useless trying to change your mind once you make it up, brother. Fine, I'll just grab some thingamabob from dad's office and start the arrangements." Sandra replied.

Leonardo hung up and grabbed the chardonnay bottle by the neck, walking to the wall.

He stood there and drank straight from the bottle, not even looking back at Ivanna at all.

Mood switch.

Ivanna finished cleaning and flushed off the water inside the visitor's washroom.

When she got back to the relaxation room and saw him still standing by the wall, she didn't talk.

Since her biometrics is registered, she just opened the elevator with her palm print. She got inside.

As the elevator closed, Leonardo looked back, his eyes catching something shinning beneath the farthest couch.

He went there, picked it up and checked it out, on his palm.

A necklace—her key pendant necklace.

Must have fallen when she was cleaning the floor.

Something crossed his eyes as he stared at it deeply, but it faded away as fast as lightening.

He took the necklace to the third ashtray and dropped it in the middle of ashes heap.

That third ashtray was used by Lissa the last time she came here, and that made her cross his mind.

"Is she mad at me?" He smiled, remembering how he intentionally told her to go go to Sandra or Bobby and not come back till after an hour.

Since then, she hasn't returned.

"Mad at me? Me?" He laughed cornily, getting his phone.

"You know better than get mad, Lissa. You can get mad for ten years, and I won't call to ask how you're doing. It's your choice to get mad, people shouldn't get questioned about their choices..." He muttered.

A message on his phone made his crazy words stop.

The text is from one of his guards at his private park.

★ The Donna just left the estate alone, and she looked suspicious.

Leonardo texted back instantly.

Leonardo: FOLLOW HER, DISCREETLY.

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[Cooper Siblings Apartment]

When Ivanna arrived, she met Nino and Robert in their combat gears already, and her own is folded neatly on the couch. 

Hers is a black leather jumpsuit; Tight, long-sleeved, and fitted.

The two guys were eating dinner when she entered, but their eyes never stayed same when they saw her, especially Nino's.

Robert suddenly spranged up and covered her with his own body.

"What?" She mouthed.

"Your...nips..." He muttered.

Ivanna gasped, remembering her br@ is gone!

She quickly covered her chest with an arm then picked up the training gear and rushed inside.

Robert sat back, rejoining Nino in the meal of meatloaves with mashed potatoes.

Nino started drinking water frequently, and Robert had to stop and give him a stare.

"What?" Nino cleared his throat.

"You like my sister?" Robert asked.

Nino dropped his fork, slowly as if he got caught stealing.

"I can't?" He asked.

"You can't. She's still in love with Hayden...a forever is the deal thingy. I don't want you getting hurt." Robert whispered.

Ivanna returned, wearing her gear already, hair in a rough bun.

"Are we going for trainings?" She asked, taking Robert's burger.

She started eating, and Robert simply picked another burger for himself.

Nino dropped a phone on the table.

"It's yours from now on. Provided by the Don himself." He said.

"You got yours too Robert?" Ivanna asked as she picked the phone.

"Yup!" Robert waved his own phone, and she smiled, turning on her phone. The trainings timetable sat on the screen.

"Our trainings really starts tonight, I haven't had a day rest since I entered this estate." She shook her head.

"So...did you talk to Sir Leo about the Leo sign on your neck?" Robert asked.

"Yup, and the result is my br@le$s chest. The devil burned my br@, no idea how he removed it too fast even with my blouse on..." Ivanna replied, stopping her meal to stare hatefully into space.

Nino folded his palms under the table, but that still didn't stop him from talking...

"He probably used FTM. Fast Technical Movements. You won't even know he has killed you till you see your blood on his fingers... he's crazy with those skills..." 

"Of course he's crazy, I've seen so many shades right from the day he killed Ginny..." Ivanna replied.

Robert rubbed her back, and she gave him an assuring look that she's ok.

When they finished eating, they all moved to the hood at 10.

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[Don Anthony's Office]

Don Anthony is in a zoom meeting with the brigadiers from Italy, currently. His office door is closed, and every light is off except the brightness from his wall screen.

On the screen, the five brigadiers sat like armies in their different locations. They're all in Italy, but different buildings.

They're the strongest pillars of The Outfit—the old retired Dons', led by Padrino Marko, VV's father.

The old, cruel-looking man is madly furious, and he kept pointing his walking cane on screen as he spoke to Anthony.

There's a long scar below his left eye, and that just made him look crueller. His features are angular and sharp like Vera's, and even at that old age, he's good-looking.

"I called, but you did not pick! Several calls even before today, you never picked! My daughter might be dead, but her legacy is what has been holding that clan together, and you know the legacy I'm talking about...my grandson Leo! If Vera didn't give him that gripping training, you think he'd be capable of running the empire today? Tell me!"

"I wasn't ignoring your call on purpose, Padrino. It's only cos I knew each time you called, you'd only talk about Vera throughout" Don Anthony said calmly, so collected on his seat.

"Can't I talk about Vera? Fine, let's not even talk about Leo right now, let's talk about the rest of my grandchildren... Bob, Cardi and Sandra... They're your backbone! Those children and your well-trained mobsters are what people really fear, not you! All you do is live for your barren Felicia!" Padrino fired.

"Old man!" Don Anthony spranged up, pointing his finger at the screen. "You do not get to talk down on Felicia! I won't stand here and watch you talk down on Felicia at all!"

"Look what I'm talking about," Padrino laughed. "Your head has been messed with by that woman!"

"Your daughter Vera did worse, so let us be! Your focus should be on the clan, not on me and Felicia!" Don Anthony defended.

"You're the clan's Don, and if I'm gonna focus on the clan, it starts from you Anthony. You initiated thieves into the clan without calling a meeting to inform us? Why would you even think of initiation when it's known that the punishment for break-in is instant death!" Padrino Marko sneered.

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It's like he's the only one on the screen call cos the rest of the brigadiers are all silent.

"I was against their initiation, but your favorite grandchild kept asking for it! I opposed till I saw their potentials, and I was impressed! So yes, I initiated them." Anthony said.

"Are you lying now, Anthony? Leo is always the fastest to kill sinners in the estate, and now you're claiming he instigated the initiation of thieves?" Padrino Marko laughed.

And that was the last straw.

"You know what? F+ck you and your brigadiers, eccentric control freak! You're just like your dead daughter, and it's sad that Leo inherited the gene too! Your daughter got the death she deserved 18 years ago and still...you won't just let me be!..."

"Anytime you call, you give me reasons why your dead daughter is better than Felicia. Stop it! I don't care if you believe me or not. If you're that concerned, fly to Chicago and scatter things like you always do, m0therf+cker!" Anthony yelled.

He walked up to the screen and slammed his punch into it, breaking it angrily, breathing hard.

That instant, Sandra entered, shocked at the scene she met.

Shattered screen, Anthony's bloody fist, his fast hard breaths.

"Is it grandpa again?" She asked.

Anthony left the shattered screen and returned to his desk, sitting.

He picked out his favorite tobacco wrap and sparked fire on it, smoking with his bloody fingers.

"Why are you here?" He asked after taking the first drag.

"I need every document about the Albernians, Leo told me to work on it," she replied.

Anthony picked out the papers for her, but before she could pick them up, Bobby entered and took them.

His head is bandaged from the metal pipe hit he received.

"I should be the one to work on it, Leo only called you cos he's still angry with me." He said gruffly.

"Aw, look how beautifully he hit you. I wish he blinded you." Sandra mocked obviously.

Bobby ignored her, leaving the room with the documents.

"Bratty menace," Sandra muttered, facing Anthony again.

"Mother went to see Penny, and Cardi is still mad at me, so I'll just stay here and arrange the next papers with you, but first, I'll get the first aid kit and treat your fingers..." 

She rushed to the shelf to get the kit.

Anthony sighed tiredly.

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[Training Hood]

Surprisingly, Bacardi is in charge of the siblings training tonight.

They met her waiting when they arrived some minutes ago, and she got to work with them immediately.

Nino helped, too.

They switched sessions. Nino for three minutes, and Bacardi for five minutes. It's been twenty minutes.

"My tutelage sessions mightn't be as harsh as Leo's, but trust me you'd get your piece if you focus. Focus on Nino too. He's not just a driver, he's got skills wrapped in his fists," Bacardi said, and Ivanna went down when a fist stretched to her face.

"You weren't trained by your mother?" Ivanna asked curiously.

"Leo is the only one who got the privilege to be trained by her. Bobby, Sandra and me? We were trained by father, so our skills are on a level..." Bacardi replied, throwing another punch.

Ivanna caught it, but Bacardi used her kneecap, hooking Ivanna in the lower tummy.

With a grunt, Ivanna staggered.

"You don't focus on just one part of your opponent's body, study your opponent's body language and learn!" Bacardi suddenly did a spin, targeting Ivanna's chest.

Ivanna moved back twice, then did an unexpected dip and punched Bacardi's knees.

Bacardi staggered, too, smiling.

"Good, you received trainings before becoming a stuntwoman right?"

"Yeah, reason why I can throw punches and fight for myself outside this clan," Ivanna replied.

"But in here?" Bacardi grabbed her neck suddenly, squeezing it.

"F...fu+..kk...in here... everyone's madly skilled and I... I'm an amateur!" Ivanna groaned, punching Bacardi's eyes hard.

The punch was so impactful that Bacardi swayed. 

He let go of her neck.

"Good, at least your punches aren't weak..." Bacardi said.

Then they switched.

Bacardi went to Robert, and Nino came to Ivanna.

Robert was ready even before she reached him cos he's aware she's never gonna start a conversation first before kicking off.

Her first punches came like a storm, and he couldn't even control them. He had to guide his face with his arms, till she pulled out a combat knife, and he knew she wasn't joking.

He dropped his arms and started attacking too. Her knife slashed his arms a number of times, but he ignored the blood.

Even without weapon, he fought, targeting her spleen.

"Don't target my spleen. People can still stay alive without their spleen if they get quick treatment. Target places like my ribs, shove your blow into the bones and crack!" She said.

"Yes ma..." He replied, continuing.

"Yes, Cardi." She corrected.

"Yes...Miss Cardi." He muttered.

"Yes, Cardi!" She grabbed his chin, forcing him to make a eye contact.

"Yes... Cardi." He whispered.

Bacardi smiled, but that was just a cover-up cos her blow came again.

This time, Robert wasn't caught unawares. He made a counterattack, and she giggled, enjoying his tough unrelenting side so much.

Meanwhile, Nino and Ivanna are busy too.... chasing each other around the hood with punches.

Nibo obviously doesn't wanna hurt her, so he's taking it slow.

"Don't do this...punch me, slap me, kick me...it's training, I won't hold it against you." She said.

"No. You already get too much beatings from Sir Leo, so just take it as you're warming up with me. I'll never hurt you even in training." Nino said frankly.

Ivanna stopped, sighing.

"Then what's Tai chi? What's Fast Technical Movements?"

"You should direct that question to Sir Leo," Nino replied.

"Fine, I'll go to his Citadel and ask for notes about it right now," she replied, making her way to the door.

Nino quickly blocked her.

"Don't go there, I'll teach you!" 

Ivanna frowned, "didn't you say I should go and ask—"

"Nino!" Sandra yelled, entering the hood suddenly.

They both turned, seeing how she's stalking towards them, looking angry.

Getting to them, none of them got a warning before she slapped Nino.

"Holy shit!" Ivanna gasped.

"From now on, you're not to be seen training with anyone! You're a driver, not a trainer!" Sandra snarled.

Nino's eyes showed his mad anger as he raised his hand on her...

"Slap me!" Sandra dared. "Fuckin slap me if you have the balls!"

Nino dropped his hand, and Sandra slapped him for the second time.

His cheek reddened.

"How dare you even raise your hand on me, lowly driver!" Sandra growled, raising her hand to slap him for the third time.

"I see no reason for this, at all..." Ivanna muttered.

"And who said you could speak when I speak! Asthmatic fool!" Sandra shouted, wanting to kick her in the face, but Nino got in the way.

The kick met her instead, and that even annoyed Sandra more.

"Follow me! You have more underwear to wash!" She pulled Nino by the collar of his shirt, taking him out of the hood.

Ivanna remaining where she stood, wondering what just happened.

On the corridor of that hood, Island stood beside a wall.

She actually sneaked here from the Healthood when she heard Nino was here, and she witnessed what Sandra did to Nino just now.

"After I get my skin back, I'll add her to the list of people I need to kill. How could she do that to my baby?"

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[11pm]

Felicia has been driving for an hour now. She came without a driver, so the wheel is with her as she drove through the dark road.

She has left the streets completely. 

She's in a suburban, a street she didn't even know existed before tonight.

But luckily, she's not alone. 

She went to the Armando Mansion to drag Penny, so Penny is with her.

"I still don't get the relationship between you and Island. I expected you to say no, but then boom...you came to get me in my house. Now you've been driving for an hour, where is the hub?" Penny complained beside her.

Both women wore scarves, and it covered parts of their faces.

"I got a good s+x from my husband today, and you won't even allow me to relish and reminisce about it in peace... Donna, you're weird." Penny complained again.

Still, Felicia focused on the road, and the dim light attached to the windscreen showed how her eyes brightened when she saw the building.

"There it is! It was built on water according to what we were told! There's the water house!" She gushed in excitement.

The two women came out of the car, and cold ate deep into their skins immediately. They began wishing they wore something thicker.

The air is too chilly.

The building is surrounded by forest and at the same time standing on water. It's like a bayou.

There are mountain at the back, and apart from the chills in the air, there's danger too.

They covered almost all their faces with their scarves before proceeding to the water where they rode a waiting boat to the building.

Getting down in front of the building, they were amazed yet again by the crowd.

Dangerous, ominous people from all existing illegal branch.

Mafias, gangsters, cultists, godfathers, fighters and gamers, gurus...

Name it. Every possible body is here, and no one's sitting.

Everyone's on their walk, looking for what they came for.

There are different stalls in the hub, and when the two women entered, they lost count.

Smokes and flames everywhere as if this is a part of hell.

"The underworld hub page that uploads illegal info online, so they really have a real-life building? I'm still in shock..." Penny muttered.

"You didn't know?" Felicia replied.

"You knew?" Penny blinked from under her scarf.

"I did, I just didn't know the location cos I've never been here before..." Felicia replied, both moving forward.

"Who do you think owns this hub?" Penny asked.

"Somehow insanely powerful in the American Mafia? The Gambinos' or something..." Felicia shrugged, not taking her eyes off the hub stalls.

Then...she saw one that has 'Info Rogue' written in front of it, and she rushed there, but the stall is closed.

"Oh no! Please where is the Rogue!" Felicia asked the masculine lady in the opposite stall.

"Rogue spends just thirty minutes in his stall. 10 to 10:30. This is 11, he's done for the night." The lady replied curtly.

"Please!" Felicia quickly grabbed her. "Please I really really need to see the Rogue! My maid needs him and—"

"I said he has clocked out! Get the f+k off!" The lady shoved her.

"Do you know who you're talking to?" Penny jumped forward. "She's the Donn—"

"Penny!" Felicia cautioned, and Penny scoffed.

"If you want me to work for you overtime, you'll pay extra," a husky, thick voice said behind.

The women faced the rogue shop again, and their eyes widened when they met it open with red lights flushing out of the door.

The Rogue came out—a chunky man whose face has too many tattoos it's irritating. He looks clean though with his neat dreadlocks, and despite the tattoos, his face is calm.

"Yes! Whatever you want! Just tell me..." Felicia raised her phone, showing him the leopard prints.

"Sulphur candle wax caused this," he said softly, merely looking at it.

"Correct! Please tell me how to get the cure for my maid!" Felicia said.

"Roll the wheel," the Rogue pointed at the wheel sitting on the large front table. Various body parts are written on it, so you roll into your luck.

Holding her breaths, Felicia went forward and pushed the wheel once.

The rolling felt like it was taking forever, till it stopped on FINGER.

"According to protocol, I should take a finger, but I worked for you overtime, so I'm taking two," Rogue said simply.

"Donna..." Penny pulled her, but Felicia wasn't even looking.

"Cut two of my fingers then," Felicia replied immediately.

The Rogue picked a long knife which looks like it has been getting sharpened since Adam.

Felicia boldly placed her left palm on the front table, and the knife was brought down on her two middle fingers at once.

The fingers fell.

"Aghhhhhhhh!!!!!"

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[Crimson Cave, Training Horizon]

Hayden has been here since 5pm, fighting one gangster after the other, and they've all been beating him.

It won't be easy to call out the skill he has kept buried for long, so he kept taking the beatings as the hours rolled on the clock.

Monika is absent.

Bradshaw and Moo are present with the rest of the gang.

While Bradshaw sat on a chair, Moo sat on top of a wall, drinking beer and watching with her evil smile.

One time, she dropped her beer and lowered her leather jacket.

Her arm is bandaged. During the Panda Port mission, when Ivanna shot her, she was hurt.

She unwrapped the bandage from the wound and took her beer, pouring it on the wound.

Ivanna....

She's the main reason why Ginny broke up with Bradshaw, so Bradshaw wants her gone.

Also, Ivanna can't shoot her like this and go free. She's going to kill her.

Hayden's dream of getting Ivanna and her family back alive might not come true eventually.

He has no idea what he just got into.

The weekly poison has started for him, too, and he's not even aware.

Monika made sure it was added secretly to his dinner.

The thoughts made Moo's evil smile spread, and she swung her legs.

Her eyes went to the center again, and when she saw the twentieth gangster is still beating Hayden, she scoffed, bored.

"Not entertaining, but I must say...his stamina isn't bad."

Then... Bradshaw stood from his chair and went to the ring.

He pushed the twentieth gangster away from Hayden, and he took over the fight furiously.

"You thought it was a joke when Leader told you you're not here to play? Huh? Stop fighting like a toddler! No, a toddler can actually do better you waste of space!" 

While he's yelling all of these, he's rushing blows into Jayden stomach, and Hayden is bleeding from the mouth profusely.

The gangsters were chanting...

• Brad!

• Brad!!

• Brad!!!

"You're not here to just eat our food and take our bed! You're not here to loiter around like a dummy! Get your bearings straight!" Bradshaw yelled, still rushing the blows.

When he slammed the nineteenth one on Hayden's jaw, Hayden flew forward, landing on the plain ground.

• Brad!!!!

Moo jumped down from the wall, her palms coming together...

She laughed and clapped at the same time, but then...

The screams suddenly went down...

The hailings suddenly stopped.

Hayden is standing up, slowly.

Thick blood was drooling out of his mouth and nose, and his muscles are attacking each other under his skin.

He was finally able to stand straight, and his eyes are definitely different from the pitiful ones from earlier. Now, they're sinister.

He suddenly yanked his shirt away, and there were gasps.

His insanely built body restricted the airflow of the gangster girls immediately. 

They were thrilled.

Moo's arms went crossed on her chest, and she took a brief look at his body too.

"Finally decided to be useful?" Bradshaw snickered.

Hayden allowed that statement to drop for just one second, then he followed Bradshaw to his angle.

Bradshaw was ready to leap to the air and kill him with a flying punch, but Hayden had other plans 

Hayden went on one knee, and from there, his fist connected with Bradshaw's throat.

Bradshaw bled from the ears, and his eyes were wide as he went down like that, crumbling like a fallen hero.

Silence filled the ring, the gangsters were left dumb.

Hayden turned around and gave Moo a dark warning look.

Moo's crossed arms slowly slipped away from her chest.

--

[House Of Esposito, Two Days Later]

It's very early in the morning, like 7am when the mobsters are still in the hoods, doing their morning training and workouts.

Lissa's car drove into the park, and Emma quickly rushed down to open the door for her.

Like a royal blood, Lissa stepped out, wearing a flattering fur gown which splayed her ensemble. Black, and the thin-as-hell heels.

It's snowing, so Emma quickly picked the umbrella, unfolding it and covering her totally.

Then, they started making their way to the Citadel.

Lissa avoided this estate for three days, and Leonardo never called.

She didn't expect him to call anyways cos he's always been like that. 

He's the type who believes it's your fault if you decide to get mad or hate him.

It's your choice, and choices belongs to those who made them.

Now as she returned to see his reaction after she went MIA for days, she's very eager to get to the door.

They arrived at the Citadel door shortly, but they aren't the only ones who arrived.

Ivanna arrived, too.

She just finished her first session of tutelage this morning at the hood, so she came here straight up.

To clean, as usual.

She's all sweaty, and she's still wearing her two-piece leggings and singlet. No br@ under.

She went to her apartment to get rid of her br@ before making her way here, so...you can imagine the view.

"What are you doing here, like that?" Lissa questioned with burning disapproval. Her fingers itched to slap her, and her legs itched to raise and kick her to Venus.

"I came to clean," Ivanna replied simply.

She's not even looking at her as she said that. Her eyes are on the palm print scanner.

"Now, if you would excuse me..." She said again and marched forward.

That was when Lissa saw the tattoo on her f+ckin neck.

Her eyes widened, but then...

When Ivanna placed her palm on the scanner, it actually recognized it!

The elevator opened for her!

"No!" Lissa spat. "No!"

TBC.

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