“But about the information you asked for about the man that attacked that day, I managed to get some new information on him with the help of Christof,” Jacob announced as he realized his boss was unlikely to give a response like he expected.Keith hummed, drumming his fingers on the desk. His brows were drawn together into a frown and his lips pressed into a firm line, “Does that mean you found out who he is already?” he asked in a surprisingly calm voice which was quite contradicting to the look on his face or the fury that was currently in his eyes.“Not quite but we were able to find out more information about the tattoo on his arm,” Jacob replied, quickly and immediately began explaining his discovery. “The tattoo is the identity of a syndicate that is owned by a cooperation of wealthy men and women that needed people to do their dirty works. It was originally owned by a man named Blake but as we investigated further we have come to discover that Blake is just a co-owner of the sy
Keith glanced down at Camila's hand that was currently covered completely by his hand and the corner of his lips tilted upward into a smile and he shook his head. He had been the one that suggested holding hands while they were getting down from the car earlier but Camila had been so against it for some reason, shaking her head in refusal with her cheeks bright red with embarrassment and Keith had no idea why especially since it wasn't the first time both of them had held hands in public. He was beginning to worry about her refusal as they approached the restaurant when suddenly Camila had slipped her hand into his and when he glanced at her to ask about her sudden change of mind he had been welcomed by her daring glare and he had quickly swallowed back his question and continued their journey to the restaurant. The more Keith was watching anime the more he saw a glimpse of their attributes in Camila, for example the way her first response to everything and especially an embarrassing
Camila pouted, her eyes scanning his face. “You aren't bleeding, are you?” He groaned, but didn't take his hands off his nose. “No, I don't think so,” he said into his palm and went back to massaging the aching spot.She heaved a sigh of relief and grabbed his hands, “Thank heavens, let me see.” She doesn't ask for his permission before yanking his hands away from his nose forcefully. “Ouch, careful it hurts,” he scolds with a pout.Camila rolled her eyes and mumbled something resembling the word baby under her breath before going back to paying attention to his face. “You have a tiny bruise on your forehead and let's just hope it doesn't swell because that would be awful.”Keith's eyes widened as he saw her stretch a finger towards his head and quickly move away, “Don't touch it, it hurts.”“It's good to see nothing has changed between you too,” a friendly voice said, snapping both their attention to the direction of the voice.Camila's eyes widened as she spotted Mrs. Genevieve st
Keith was not sure if he should feel delighted or pissed with Mrs. Genevieve's return. Sure he was happy the old woman was back as she was now like a family to him, almost like the mother he never had but aside from that he was feeling totally pissed with the woman because she was refusing to keep her mouth shut and was robbing him of Camila. He knew he should not get jealous of Mrs. Genevieve but he could not help it especially with knowing how the old woman was. She was going to smug all of Camila's time and attention to herself which was both annoying to witness. It was almost like a bruise on his ego always fighting for the attention of his girlfriend with his mother, almost like Camila was dating the two of them. Right now, they were all seated at the restaurant that Mrs. Genevieve had invited them to with Mrs. Genevieve and Camila seated at one end of the table and he was seated at the other end, alone. And then the huge restaurant was empty except for the workers that would pa
Mrs. Genevieve scoffed, unfolding her arms from over her chest, and leaning against the table with a serious expression on her face, “What do you want to talk about? If it is still about that Abraham Connor dude then I'll have you know that I still fucking hate that guy,” she huffed, and proceeded to refolding her arms over her chest.Keith's gaze met with Camila's questioning gaze for a brief second, his brow raised in question and confusion, what could she possibly have on her mind and why did she have a bothered expression on her face? Keith does not have enough time to ponder on what could have caused Camila's mood swing as Mrs. Genevieve snorted, causing Keith to wince and drag his attention back to Mrs. Genevieve before the old woman would accuse her of not paying her enough attention or ignoring her.“What did he do to you this time?” Keith questioned with a bored look although it was quite contradicting to how curious he truly was.Mrs. Genevieve shot him a hard glare which im
“I just realized that neither of us told Mrs. Genevieve about the incident that happened.”Keith opened his mouth to say ‘Really, is that all that got you this worried,’’ but his mouth remained tightly shut and the color in his face drained down. “Oh shit, you didn't tell her too? I thought you would tell her.” Camila shook her head, “At first I thought you would also tell her but then I just thought we should not worry her and then I completely forgot about it,” she explained.“She is so gonna make it a big deal,” Keith groaned, slapping his palm over his face. “We should be more worried about breaking the news to her,” Camila pointed out thoughtfully.“It can't be me, she hates me. And beside she would forgive you for anything,” he said quickly, immediately shifting the responsibility to her.Camila rolled her eyes at his tactics and accompanied it with a scoff, “You know Mrs. Genevieve does not hate you and she is nowhere close to hating you, so you better put up your big boy pa
“Hey, Keith, what's wrong?” Camila's worried voice snapped Keith out his deep thoughts and he took his attention to both women before him watching as they watched him with questions. He opened his mouth to reply but Mrs. Genevieve was much faster than he could have imagined,“What happened to your face? You look like you just witnessed someone take Camila away from you,” Mrs. Genevieve teased and smirked, “You don't have to worry though, I truly have no intention of taking her away from you but if she wants to I would not say no.”Camila chuckled and Keith simply shook his head with an eye roll. Mrs. Genevieve was quite the character. He glanced at Camila and their gaze for a brief second, and he flashed her a grateful smile that communicated ‘nice save' but although that was settled it still does not solve the issue of who would be breaking the news to Mrs. Genevieve. “I can see that you guys weren't as hungry as I thought,” Mrs. Genevieve said, picking up her cup from the table an
“Come in, Sheila,”She froze with her eyes wide open, knowing that nothing good would come if she delayed him and so she forced her feets to move. She pulled the door open and stepped into the room,“I'm giving you just one more chance. You mess it up and I will fucking kill you,” Abraham threatened with his expression dead serious.Sheila stayed rooted to the spot and gulped down nervously. What the hell had she done wrong this time?“Are you listening?” Abraham growled out, making Sheila nod her head repeatedly. “Good,” Abraham said, giving her a small smile. “It isn't so hard being such a good girl.Sheila clenched her fist but yet she didn't let out her emotions so as to not make Abraham angry. She couldn't believe she could be this scared of someone. She missed when she had control over someone. She missed the feeling of fear and terror she inflicted on people and here she was, being scared of this man. She really missed the old Sheila Hockings and her father was right. She had t