Upon reaching his father's office, Weylin stood there, observing his surroundings.
The walls were painted with grey colour. Most of the furniture seemed to be of limited edition and highly expensive. Weylin chuckled internally upon observing that most of the things were black coloured. Starting from the expensive couch to the shelves, most of the items were black coloured since black was Blake Turner's favourite colour.
His taste is still the same. He can never step down from expensive and luxurious choices. Weylin smiled. He is the leader of 'The Devils' after all.
"How's your business going on?" Blake asked in a serious tone, serious enough to let his son know that he wasn't playing around anymore.
"Everything is fine. My empire is one of the most powerful empires in the USA. I am planning to expand the fame of my organisation even more," Weylin asserted.
"Is it powerful enough to stand against 'The Devils'?"
Blake stood in front of his son, keeping a few inches distance between them. His voice sounded cold enough to make a person go on his knees. His sharp eyes looked directly into Weylin's eyes as if he was staring into his soul.
"Yes." Weylin looked into his father's eyes, gaze devoid of any hesitation. "It's powerful enough to stand against The Devils."
"But not powerful enough to overpower The Devils," Blake added, taking a step back. Returning to the table, he leaned his back on its edge.
"Within the next two years, The Black Panther will be capable enough to take over The Devils," Weylin replied confidently.
"Hm…" Blake nodded. Leaning his back on the edge of the table, he suggested," why don't you become heir to my empire? The Devils will become yours."
"I don't want to lead your organisation, dad. I don't like dealing with the illegal arms business," Weylin protested. "I love what I am doing now."
"I understand, Weylin. But you need to understand that you are supposed to take over my organisation after my retirement. How can I just leave The Devils after it took years to build this entire empire?" Blake Turner sighed, knowing how stubborn his son was.
You can even make mules listen to you but not Weylin Turner. He took after his father when it came to stubbornness.
"Shadow can take care of your organisation. You already trust her too much," Weylin said, voice contoured with jealousy.
"Do you think I didn't ask her? She is as stubborn as you are." Blake messaged his glabella, feeling bothered. "She refused saying that she didn't want to snatch away your rights. She won't listen to me no matter what I do."
"Dad, please don't force me. I am doing very well now and I really don't intend to take the responsibility of 'The Devils'." Weylin said in a gentle tone.
"Speaking of which, Shadow was supposed to report here a minute ago. Why isn't she here yet?" Blake frowned, checking the time on his wristwatch. "She isn't unpunctual."
"Maybe she is busy?" Weylin suggested.
"I am sure she is standing just outside the door," Blake asserted. Turning towards the door, he commanded," come in."
The next moment, the door opened with a creaking sound and a female figure entered the room.
Shadow? Weylin frowned upon seeing the familiar figure.
"Greetings, master and young master," Shadow bowed to the people in front of her with a fist across her chest.
"When you already arrived at the door, why didn't you come in?" Blake Turner asked, crossing his arms across his chest.
"I didn't want to bother the master's conversation with the young master," Shadow replied.
"How thoughtful!" Weylin snickered.
"Any news?" The old master asked, eyes fixed on the masked lady.
"The intruder who entered our mansion disguised as the young master's bodyguard was sent by Felix Brown, the brother of Charles Brown. He was sent to assassinate the young master," Shadow informed, without pausing for a second.
"The Vipers are trying to meddle with the Black Panther?" Blake frowned, rubbing his fingers against his chin. Glancing at the young master, he spoke again. "Weylin Turner, what did you do that led to this mess?"
"Black Panther took over 'The Vipers' yesterday," Weylin replied, shrugging.
"What!?"
Blake frowned while Shadow's eyes almost bulged out upon listening to the new piece of information.
"Charles Brown was killed but Felix Brown escaped," Weylin said seriously. Rubbing his fingers against his thumb, he narrowed his eyes. "That punk dared to play this stunt. Now he has to pay a heavy price."
"That intruder is in the basement area under Mr Chapman's care. Would you like to interrogate him?" Shadow asked.
"No need." Letting out a sigh, Weylin looked away, disinterested.
"I think it will be better to interrogate him once. You might get all the required information," Blake Turner advised, standing in front of the younger people.
"No need, dad. I fixed everything," Weylin smiled reassuringly, trying to make his father believe in his words.
"Then he is not needed anymore," Shadow's voice sounded as cold as ice while her masked face seemed expressionless. Her words were clear enough to let a person know what her intentions were.
Turning towards the door, she was about to leave when a manly voice stopped her.
"I didn't ask you to get rid of him," Weylin smirked as he walked towards the lady. "Shall we go together?"
"As you wish, young master." The woman nodded slightly. Turning towards Blake Turner, she bowed. "I am taking my leave, master."
With a smile, Blake Turner nodded. Weylin slightly bowed before both of them left the room.
"Is that jerk still alive?" Walking beside Shadow, Weylin asked even though he knew the answer.
"Yes. I cannot let him die before you interrogate. He must be in a bad condition, but he is alive. Isn't that enough for a bastard who dared to break into 'The Devils' mansion and dared to assassin the leader or 'The Black Panther'?" Shadow replied, walking without glancing at the young master.
"Hm," Weylin nodded. "By the way, why don't you remove your mask? Doesn't it feel stuffy?"
"No," Shadow responded, glancing at the young master. "I am not supposed to show my face."
"Why is that so?" Suddenly Weylin stood before the lady, blocking her way. Leaning towards her, keeping a few inches away from her face, he added. "Are you scared that I'll fall for you?"
"The Young master won't fall for an average woman like me," Shadow chuckled, taking a step sideways before she continued walking. "Judging from your personality, I can say that the young master likes someone who is his equal, doesn't he?"
Laughing, Weylin said," you are obviously an interesting person. I would really like to know more about you." He flashed a flirty smile as he walked along with her.
"Then try to find it yourself," Shadow smirked.
Weylin internally chuckled, feeling the woman's smirk behind her mask. He was following her when she suddenly stopped walking. He glanced at her.
"Young master, we are here," Shadow announced.
Putting her hand on the handle of the door, she pushed it. Opening the door, she walked in, followed by the young master. No sooner did his eyes fall on the man who was tied to the chair than his jaws slacked.
"What is this!?"
"What is this!?"Weylin frowned upon witnessing the bizarre scene.The intruder was tied with thick ropes to the chair while his neck was hanging to the side. He looked intact but his bitter facial expressions were enough to show that he experienced some harsh torture. He seemed to lose his consciousness after receiving 'special treatment' from Mr Chapman."How's it?"Shadow's cold voice reverberated in the cold room as she walked inside. Looking at the tied man for a while, she glanced at Mr Chapman."He is still alive. He just lost his consciousness," Mr Chapman replied. Sitting on The Eames Sofa, the young master was leaning comfortably against the soft cushion. His fingertips were tapping against the arm of the sofa, making a soft tapping noise. His sharp eyes were looking at the papers, going through the information. Rubbing his index finger on the edge of the paper, he turned the paper, finishing looking into the information."Garaine Jones…"Weylin mumbled, gazing at Garaine Jones's photo on the information papers. His lips were curved upwards into a slight smile."So she works at an orphanage, huh?" Weylin grinned, running his thumb against the photo. "An expert bike racer, and now a caregiver? I wonder if you have some other profession as well." Weylin was about to turn back and leave the place when his eyes fell on someone, leaving him thunderstruck.Garaine Jones was standing at the door, surrounded by the kids. Crouching, she was laughing heartily while the kids seemed to complain to her about something. Her long, jet black hair which was tied into a high bun moved a bit, as she laughed. A few naughty locks fell on her round face, making her look adorable. She was dressed in a light coloured shirt with dark blue jeans, keeping it simple yet elegant.Weylin couldn't take his eyes off her. Mesmerised by her beauty, he kept observing her every move with a slight smile on his face.How can a person emit two different auras at the same time? "Are you Weylin Turner, the well-known mafia leader?" Garaine asked out of blue, eyes filled with suspicion, making Weylin stop on his tracks.Weylin felt like his heart dropped for a moment. He never expected to hear these words from a person whom he had just met.How does she know about me!? Weylin thought, unconsciously staring at her. Am I that famous that even common people in England know about me?"Don't tell me you are really Weylin Turner!" Garaine gasped, eyes almost popping out of her sockets."Wait, Miss. What are you even saying?" Weylin's brows knitted together forming a frownThe Mafia's Not So Fluffy Romance Chapter 7
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"You don't need to go alone when I am here."The biker spoke, making Garaine smile."Lucia!" Garaine grinned, as she rushed to her best friend. "How did you know that I am here?""Tsk," clicking her tongue, Lucia removed her helmet.Her long brownish curls hung a bit above her waist. Adjusting her biker's jacket, she ran her long, slender fingers through her hair, brushing it backwards. She sharply glanced at the men with scepticism evident in her eyes before returning her gaze to her friend."The locket of the chain, which you are wearing around your neck, has a tracker on it," Lucia arched her brows, shrugging her shoulders
"Lucia?" Garaine poked her best friend's shoulder blade slowly, expecting a reply from her. "Are you still angry with me?""I am riding the bike," Lucia uttered in a cold, serious tone, making her best friend pout.Since they had left the hotel, Lucia didn't speak a single word. Half of the bike ride was silent since Lucia avoided every single word uttered by Garaine. Soon they reached Garaine Jones's residence."Hm." Lucia hummed, telling Garaine that they had reached their destination.Garaine got down from the bike. She glanced at Lucia like a guilty child looking at her mother while the latter didn't even bother to take a glance at her. Pouting, Garaine stared at her best friend,
*Flashback*The cold December night was tucked under the black night sky. The coldness reached into the bones of a person, making it impossible for them to stand outside the warm house without warm and comfy clothes. The snow seemed to grow over the windows, while the streets had very fewer people.Lucia Adams and Garaine Jones just finished their working hours at the Rainbow Fairy Home."Oh, Lucia! It's so cold," Garaine said, chattering her teeth. "I am gonna die because of this cold.""Such a little idiot you are!" Lucia playfully smiled, shaking her head. "Put your hands inside the pockets of your jacket. Don't keep them hanging at your sides." *Continuation of Flashback* "How's it?" Lucia asked, hanging the last star-shaped small lantern. "Amazing!" Garaine smiled widely, hanging the blue crepe papers for the party. Getting down from the stool, Lucia rubbed her palms against each other, getting rid of the invisible dust. Putting her hands on her waist, she gazed at the decorations. "Finally, it looks like a party house," Garaine grinned, putting her hand around Lucia. "The kids will like the decorations for sure," the taller girl spoke, letting out a deep breath. The Mafia's Not So Fluffy Romance Chapter 13
Garaine spent the next few weeks resting in Weylin’s bed. He didn’t want to take any risk and moved her to his room. He was so careful while taking care of her, providing the utmost love, support, and anchor to her that she left like she was some spoiled princess of some distant fantasy world. He provided everything from time to time starting from medicines to food. In his absence, his specially appointed maids took care of her. He even made time out of his busy schedule to accompany her on walks so that her recovery would speed up. His boundless dedication and great deal of care made her heart flutter, making her fall for him all over again. He even remembered what her favorite snack was and which brand she preferred. Through all the sweet loving moments, Garaine felt like something had changed in Weylin. Though he was being all lovey-dovey with her, giving her a princess treatment, she felt he was being somewhat distant. He seemed to distance himself from her after they reconci
"Divorce!?” Leysa gasped, putting her hand on her lips. “You are talking about divorce!” She turned toward her husband who was standing beside her while she was sitting on a chair. “Blake, is he really our child? Did you really inherit our genes?” Blake glanced at his wife, shaking his head at her dramatic remarks. He was at a loss of words when Lucia informed him about Weylin’s reckless decision. “Weylin, your father and I have been together for fifteen years,” Leysa stated proudly. “Never did he mention breaking up with me, or divorcing me even though I’m from a normal background. How can you think of divorcing her when she is a well-trained assassin?”Weylin didn’t say anything. His gaze was glued to the floor. A heartbroken Garaine kept taking glances at her husband, hoping that he would change his mind.Lucia was standing beside Garaine, comforting her best friend whenever she became tense while Jace stood beside Weylin. The way they were so engrossed in the serious conversatio
What’s this strong unpleasant odour? Antiseptics? Disinfectants? Where am I? Oh! I remember. I took the bullet that was meant for Mr. Turner. Seems like I’m in hospital right now. I can hear some indistinct voices. This voice. It's very familiar. Is It Mr. Turner?But what is he saying? I cannot hear it clearly. Please speak loudly. I wanna hear your voice. “Please wake up soon, Garaine. I can’t bear to see you like this. Please wake up for me.”I’m awake Mr. Turner! Mr- Wait, I can’t open my eyes. Ugh! I have to open my eyes. I want to see him. Is he crying? Why is his voice quivering? “Mr. Turner…” She croaked, blinking several times to adjust her vision. Weylin, who was holding her hand between his palms while touching it to his forehead, immediately looked up. His eyes widened as he saw her blinking at him. “Garaine, you are awake!” “Water,” she grunted.He immediately poured some water in the glass. Helping her to get up slowly, he held the rim of the glass near her lips.
Weylin’s eyes widened. “Don’t!” Weylin screamed. One of his most important principles was to never sacrifice his allies for his benefit and he couldn’t leave her to die when she had been his best friend since he rose to power as a mafia leader in the USA.“Drop your guns and let me get out of the mansion safely,” Oliver demanded shamelessly. Before he could take a step forward, cross-firing started. Taking advantage of the situation, they collected their guns and hid behind whatever furniture they found nearby. Blake along with Leysa hid behind a massive pillar.Leysa tightly hugged Blake, hiding from the gun sounds. Suddenly, a stream of memories of the incident where she lost her memories played in her mind. The situation where she lost her memories was no different from what was going on right now. She started to feel dizzy. She cupped her head, trying to soothe the head-splitting headache. A chain of events where she was separated from Blake and her child flashed in her mind. B
“Is everything alright?” Shadow asked in an utter grim tone. “Yes, master.” The reply came from the other side of the call. “Our men encircled the Davies’s mansion and we are keeping an eye on their every move from the shadows. They don’t seem to notice us.” “Good! We will be there within ten minutes,” Shadow said. “Everything should go according to the plan.”“Roger!”“What’s up?” Weylin asked, focusing on the road as he was driving. “Everything is going according to the plan,” Shadow informed. “We will just have to barge in and kidnap Madame Turner. Spider is more than prepared for this. If needed our men wouldn’t hesitate to open fire and kill Oliver Davies.”“Killing the Davies is also one of the most important tasks for today’s mission,” Weylin asserted. “If we fail to put an end to Oliver, Mirela will do it.”“I hope she wouldn't change teams at the nick of the moment,” Shadow mumbled, not trusting her enemy’s daughter even for a second. “She won’t,” Weylin replied firmly,
"Where are you, Spider?” Shadow asked, sitting opposite to Blake Turner in a luxury restaurant. “How long will it take for you to reach the said location?”“Aw…my darling, Shadow, do you miss me that much?” Spider responded from the other side of the call. “It seems like you can’t bear to wait a second more to meet me. Do you miss me that badly?”“Cut the bullshit.” Shadow rolled her eyes while Blake keenly observed her facial expressions. “Do you even know how long we are waiting here? It has been almost 2 hours.’“Aw…my baby has been waiting for that long?” Spider’s voice sounded like a teenage girl fangirling over her favourite idol. “You love me that much?”The voice from the other side of the call was so loud that Blake could hear her. He chuckled, listening to their banter. Shadow glanced at Blake who seemed to enjoy the situation. He signalled her with his eyes to answer instead of gazing at him. “My darling Spider, I swear if you spout nonsense again, I’ll make sure to bury
“What?”Garaine flinched. Subconsciously, she touched her face only to feel her mask. She heaved a sigh of relief as her cover didn’t blow. “Why are you covering your face like that?” Weylin frowned, narrowing his eyes. “Take that annoying mask off your face first. I cannot see your beautiful face.”He reached his hand out to take her mask off when she leaned back, making it impossible for him to touch her mask.“What are you doing, young master?!” Garaine exclaimed. “God! He is so out of it”. She mumbled, rolling her eyes. “I guess these drunkyards left me with no other choice.”“What are you mumbling?” Blake looked at her. “My apologies but I have to do this.” Garaine gave a sudden blow at Blake’s neck, hitting his carotid artery, knocking him unconscious. She held him by his waist to prevent him from falling on the floor and sustaining injuries. “What did you do to my father?” Weylin looked at her with horror in his eyes. “The next in the line is you.”Garaine stretched her li
"I need to distract myself.” Weylin lightly slapped his cheeks and climbed the stairs to his father’s office. It was 10 am and he planned to keep himself as busy as possible to avoid the reminiscence of the events revolving around Garaine. As he climbed a few more steps, a waft of alcohol assaulted his nose. He stopped in his tracks. “Alcohol?” Weylin frowned. “Who is drinking alcohol this early in the morning?” He quickly reached his father’s door when the scent of alcohol intensified. He gasped when the realization hit him. “Don’t tell me Father…""Father!" He opened the door with a loud bang without caring to knock. As soon as he opened the door, his eyes almost popped out of his sockets while his jaws slacked at the sight that was welcoming him. Blake was sitting on the floor with his head buried in his arm on the table. He was holding his wife's huge portrait with the other hand. His blazer was pitifully lying on the floor as the owner seemed to discard it hours ago. His wh
Garaine turned around only to find her husband sitting on the couch. She gulped nervously as she realized what would happen next. She tried to read her husband’s expression but since the room was dimly lit, she failed. “You are supposed to be sleeping now. Why aren’t you sleeping?” Garaine spoke, trying to mask the anxiousness on her face.“That’s not important, Garaine.” Weylin stood up and took a step forward. ”I'm not letting you off the hook today.”Weylin’s voice was cold enough to send chills down her spine. Garaine lowered her gaze as she knew she had no escape today. It's natural for a loving husband to worry for his wife and Weylin was indeed a very loving husband. He was just worried about her.She parted her lips but she just couldn’t bring herself to spill the beans about her deepest secret to her husband. Thousands of unwanted negative thoughts started to gnaw her mind. What if he starts hating me? What if he stops loving me? He actually fell for my caring side, not for