That same night at an infamous casino located at the fringe of the city.Taj Mahal.A playground for Callous criminal and drug lords and Dons.At Taj Mahal, Billionaires throw million grand as stake for gambling on cards and *ss.It is a three storey building, and as usual, colorful neon light twinkled at the top entrance where the name: Taj Mahal was stylishly engraved.The four walls of the building resonated as a loud speaker buzzed out a popular jazz from inside.Outside, fleets of dangerous cars lined up, each one giving no hint of mediocrity wish gave a clue that was the place is a sanctum for infamous Moguls.At the lowest floor of the casino, stark naked girls strippers squirmed around a pole, shaking their assets under the colourful light that bounced off the grimy wall. Gutteral laughter floated in the background as men seated around tables argue about cards and women, gulping strong alcohol and puffing weeds. Some of these men were sounded with strippers, twerking on men'

“Who among you is a close friend of Isadora?!"Benjamin spoke up, his voice husky with the usual harshness.The maids startled to his voice, silence passed over the hall as though a ghost had awakened at the eerie hour of the night.None of them responded. The silence stretched longer, pregnant with unsettling dread and tension.Benjamin snorted, his patience teetering on the edge. He slammed his palm against the armrest and leaned forward sharply, his eyes blazing.“You all are deaf!?!" His voice rang like a bell toll, startling the maid once more. Not of them talked— they were all gripped with fear.Benjamin shook his head gently, seeing that none of them was willing to talk. He leaned forward and pointed at the chief maid.“Jasmine!" He called harshly, making jasmine tremble, her knee buckled and she nearly collapsed with fear.Living with the Finns had instilled fear into their hearts.Whilst preparing food, they're in trouble if the spices were out of place in the dish. They ma

Kane froze on the spot, Isadora's request hanging in the air like a threat despite the soft and polite way she had pronounced it. Kane turned to her slowly, his expression a mask surprise.Isadora on the other hand folded on the bed, her legs angled to her chest and arms wrapped around it like jelly whip, her body trembling slightly as though immediately Kane left her side, she catch a cold.Kane observed her behavior, the surprise still evidence on his face. The words sounded sweet strange like a haunting rhythm he had tried to forget in his memory.Hesitation flickered in his eyes as a memory struck like a bullet— Juliana had come home that night, bleeding tears as she entered the house. She was grieving for her loss. It was that night she lost her mother in a ghastly accident and that also her saloon was grazed down by a fire outbreak.She cried and cried on Kane's shoulder. He was her comfort, her spine when she lost one and almost lost herself.The memory was vivid like it happ

That same morning, Kane woke up from Juliana's bed, completely oblivious to whatever plan Benjamin and Barasa had for Isadora.He hasn't even encountered any one of them before.He stretched, his eyes heavy because he couldn't catch enough sleep the previous me night. He glanced at his side to see Isadora sleeping peacefully on the bed. He swept his leg to the side, his feet touching the cold marble.He looked at the side again, admiring how beautiful Isadora was even in her deep slumber. He smiled slightly. Almost immediately, the smile on his face faltered as the events of the previous night flooded into his mind. The touches, the kisses that kindled the buried passion and fire in his heart.....and the moment they got to the peak of their entanglement, and the interruption that came before the exploration.It was James who came knocking on Isadora's door the previous night after he had gone to kane's room and he wasn't there. He'd informed him he'll be taking a day off to see his f

James Voss drove his Nissan Sentra through the buzzing Streets of Montreuil. A warm smile bloomed over his face, his fingers folding the steering wheel. He leaned back into the leather seat, his heart swelling— swelling with the glee of seeing his wife who had just arrived last night from Paris. She'd been away for Three years, running her late father's business.“I can't wait to see you— Martha.” James chuckled, picturing how his wife would look now. He smiled at the heartwarming thoughts, his heart heavy with anticipation.James was however disappointed that she didn't announce to him earlier about her arrival. He could have prepared a welcome party in her stead. Just as he was thinking, ten black convoys— all Chevrolet Camaro tore through the busy street, wheezing past his car like a sleek bullet in motion. They move like fluid on the road. No numbered plates— just plain golden plates.James squinted. “Some mogul on arrival, maybe. ” He muttered thoughtfully but he didn't linger