“I think you should be bringing Diwa home, bro. It’s obvious that she’s still not ok, and she would need some assistance to get back.”“Yeah, looks like she ran all the way here a little near the spot where I used to camp at. I didn’t even realize that she could manage that kind of distance while running as if there was a bunch of evil phantasms after her and her life depended on finally getting here.”“Well, she’s the kind of woman who would do anything for the people she cared for and she obviously already cares a lot about you.”The two men, Jack the Lumberyard owner and Eron the former Assassin, were now alone in the former’s spacious executive office, talking over what the young landlady had just told them over a cup of tea. They were now mutually hoping that their beautiful tanned food vendor had now calmed down enough so they could continue talking to her and ask for more details about what Di said that she just heard. A while ago, when the young curvaceous widow was still visi
“Bro, I can just take your silence as my answer, move on with it and take it from there. But I respect you too much to do that to you. You saved my life from that freak accident no thanks to Max’s tampering. You even defended me a while ago against those three idiots even when you didn’t have to. Heck, you even managed to be a better worker for me than some of the other employees I have that had been working for us for years. And jokes aside, you’ve been a friend to me and have been a wonderful friend to Diwana and the kids, who I adore like my own siblings. Now please, this is the longest speech I’ve ever given to anyone just to convince them to confess their secrets. And even though I know you can just tell me to mind my own business because even though I see you as a pal you might see me as just your boss in this case. So yeah, it’s your choice but I would really like to hear the truth from you.”Eron’s mouth twisted into a half pout and half smirk, while he looked at Jack straight
Jack wasn’t aiming to dethrone the two lady gossips of the village just by getting the juicy admission that he knew Eron was about to make. Oh no, far from it…He just happened to have seen these same scenes and situations before involving Max and his open secret about Diwana Wolf. Yes, unfortunately for all of them, the lumberyard’s number one team leader, who had a penchant for being obsessive, possessive, and even competitive, had done this several times before. And on all occasions, the guys that he bullied would back off, if not at once, then eventually they would, albeit a little reluctantly in most cases. But that was understandable once you consider who their prize was…She was an intelligent and charming woman, who easily adjusted to a foreign land, husband, and lifestyle with grace and her good nature. Most of all, she was a wonderful cook, great with kids, and a very patient and accepting person. Sure, she had a temper and she was quite well known for that due to the fact
During Mason’s long statement, where his eyes would suddenly squint repeatedly and his hands would slightly clench over his chair’s arms, Jack could not help but notice that the man had difficulty keeping his voice steady. He knew then that if he did show any indication that he knew what was going on, he might be taking the brunt of Mr. Wolf’s fury. And despite knowing that he was probably a stronger and better fighter, his reputation would be shot to hell if he Did hurt the other man who was just out to defend his own God-given matrimonial rights regarding his wife.“Sir, believe me, if there was any indication of me knowing that this was actually happening then I can assure you that I’d be the first one to do something about it. This is highly unacceptable…”The older man put up his hand, indicating that the young Schneider should stop and listen a little more. “Jack, I don’t want to make trouble or have you remove him from your company. I’ve asked around and I know that he’s really
Diwana’s face was frozen into this shocked and puzzled expression and it took her a while to actually find her voice to answer the older woman’s question.“What do you mean, Pat? I don’t understand…”“I mean, you and him… are you like… a couple?”“WHAT?! Oh nonononononono… Oh my gosh, we can’t possibly… We’re just landlady and house boarder… Besides, he and I just met and… he knows very little about me… And I know almost nothing about him… Not that THAT matters because I feel he’s very nice… I mean, he’s a nice man… I mean, he’s ok... as a renter… Even as a friend but nooo… He can’t possibly be interested in me… Patricia, just look at him… He probably has so many… women… in the city… or have someone special… already… But not me… definitely… not… me…”More than hearing what Diwana was babbling about - which eventually turned into a whisper near the end - Pat was more interested in watching the young widow’s face and listening to her tone, pitch, and volume as she gave her answer. And
“Yes, and I’m sure whoever your future wife would be will have to learn how to court a man just so she can end up with you,” cut in Pat, as she brought the glass of water to Diwana, who was now sitting up against the bed’s metal headboard and eating the small hard biscuits, one by one. “Otherwise, you might end up being single for the rest of your life.”“I actually find it hard to believe that a good-looking, courteous, and intelligent young man like you would end up being unmarried,” said Diwana with a giggle. “Although, no, just to clarify, I’m not interested in you, no offense intended.”“Oh, such a shame, Miss Diwa. I happen to believe, along with many other people in this company, that whoever will marry you eventually would be a very lucky man.”“What?! You actually talk about me here at the lumberyard?”“Of course, and there is always that little guessing game of ours at who the lucky man might be. And we don’t seem to have any real contenders until lately…”“H-huh? You must b
“I knew thet guy had somethin’ to hide. Fer shure, the minute I saw him with that handsome charmin’ smile o’ his, I swear he’s probably one of them fraudsters, swindlers, or con artist types that probably preyed on rich old ladies after givin’ them a good time on their backsides. He’s jus’ too nice and clean to be a legit biker, that’s fer damn shure…”Myron could hear the diner owner/cashier yapping, as he continued to look through the videos on the establishment’s computer which was hidden in the smallest back room of the kitchen area, but he wasn’t really listening. Sure, he did pay complete attention when the guy was talking about what happened when The Left Hand decided to stop over and have a meal in their place. But after finding out that their CCTV system recorded the incident, he had already focused on that instead.Good thing The Detective had gotten the “I look like I’m paying attention even if I’m really not and you won’t even realize it since I’m so good at pretending” fa
“I’m ok with just soup and a salad, Miss. But thank you very much for letting me know about the specials offered here. That was really nice of you,” the good-looking former assassin said with a very sweet and charming smile. Which, unknown to him, was turning the pretty waitresses’ knees to jelly. “Oh… Are you sure? You look pretty tired and hungry right now so I just think you might need something more than just soup and salad.” “Really now, and what would you like to offer me that you haven’t already told me?” “Well, I can go to the back of the Diner and see what I can give you… That is, if you can wait…” “Hmmm… that’s very tempting. But I hope what you have would be a very… hot meal…” “They say I make a pretty good chicken… or beefcake…” “You don’t say… I think I’m starting to get really hungry now…” The blond girl with the pale pinkish skin and freckles was indeed very nice, and he wasn’t just thinking about her personality. Back then at the packhouse, he was never really th