C8 The Beautiful Man

MRS Petersons still held Amelia in a hug, pacifying her as her whimpering dwindled, becoming less tense, her breathing less rapid.

"Okay now, I think I will leave you to be alone", Mrs Petersons said and released her grip on her.

Amelia nodded slowly.

"Thank you mummy", she said, her voice so low.

"Come on, give me a smile, I need to see smiles in this beautiful face of yours honey", she said and Amelia forced a smile.

Mrs Petersons chuckled.

"Good, so cry no more okay?".

Amelia nodded.

"Have you had dinner?".

"Yes mom", she replied.

"Oh okay, won't you take something light then?".

She shook her head in negation.

"Oh no mummy, just had some fruits. I'm okay. I will just lie down", she said and adjusted on the bed.

"Alright, lie down and wait for him. I believe by the time I must have talked some sense into him, he won't gonna hurt you anymore", she assured her.

Amelia smiled, this time, a wry smile. She only hopes he won't anymore.

"Okay mom, thank you", and she laid down on the bed.

Mrs Petersons smiled and got up.

"You are welcome dear", she looked around the room.

"I will get a maid to get these things away from here", she said referring to the tray of fruits and knife.

Amelia nodded, now tucking herself into the duvet.

"No problem mom, thank you".

"Take care, and don't ever cry again", she said and caressed her cheeks, then walked out of the room.

Along the hallway, she pondered. Like seriously, why was Jeremy behaving like this? Does he really wanna ruin their plans for him? Why couldn't he just love Amelia?

Gosh! She just couldn't wait for him to get back, so he could talk sense into him before he ruins them.

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🏪 Finland Bistro 🏪

The black coloured Jeep screeched to a halt few metres away from the bistro, her destination. The front door opened and Greg alighted, then opened the back door.

Jasira jumped down and looked around the environs, yeah, it was definitely a bistro. She could hear the jazz music coming from the sound system and tannoy, the posh and luxurious cars driving in and out, the whores hissing and catcalling at men.

Everywhere was already getting dark, it was the lights coming from the bistro and other shops around, the streetlights and flashes of lights from vehicles that lit up the day.

"My bag", she said and Greg went for it immediately.

He took it out from the car seat and handed it to her. She received it and strapped it on her back, then she turned to the boys, Kylo had already left the car and joined them.

"You guys wait here for me, let me go in alone", she said.

Huh? They lightly gasped and glanced at themselves.

"Um boss, sorry we don't mean to question you, but his Lordship has said one of us must come with you", Greg said and Kylo nodded in agreement.

A slight smile appeared on her face, then slowly it turned into a smirk.

"I'm not a baby, he has said that because he thinks I am. Don't worry boys, nothing is fucking gonna happen", she assured.

They shrugged, even though they were still scared, they still let her be. She was a boss of her own self right? She has always been.

Lord Lucario was only scared anything might happen to his most precious daughter, nothing more. But anyways, she has insisted to be left alone and all hail, it's been granted, without haste.

"Alright boss, good luck", he said.

"Good luck boss J", Kylo chipped in.

She turned away from them and back to the bistro, exhaling so deeply, she headed out.

With her eyes surveying the environment, she walked briskly towards the bistro. Not her first time on this kind of job, she had already suspected the baron, Mr Damian to pull some stunts, hence her surveying.

At the instant she walked passed a whore, a guy brushed passed her, her nose crumpled. She felt it, he was one of them, one of his boys.

She turned to look at him as he turned back as well, their eyes met, and the guy smirked, revealing a set of yellow coloured teeth.

Ew, she pulled up a disgust face and looked away, walking further into the bistro.

Just by the right at the entrance, she saw two more of them, sitted round a table and smoking. They weren't looking directly at her but Jasira could not be easily deceived, she saw them watching her through the corner of their eyes.

She shrugged it off and got to the entrance, the doors were as usual, open. As soon as she went in, she accidentally stepped on the lace of her left shoe and it loosed.

"Ahhh!", she winced and bent down to tie it up properly, ignoring the fact that she was on the entrance.

After tying, she stood up and in a flash, had an head-on-collision with someone who was staggering his way out.

Gosh! What was that? She looked up and jeez, she freezed. For the first time since she was born, she was seeing an angel in human form. A man, so beautiful with exquisite facial features, beautiful eyes, skin as fair as a woman's, long lashes, straight nose, thin pink lips.

Holy moly! Her mouth fell into an ‘o’ as she stared at the man before her, in utter dumbstruck.

"Ugh, you…", he opened his mouth to talk and her face recoiled, a stench smell emanated, Jasira got the info, he was drunk.

"Please if you know Amelia, just tell her I don't love her okay? Tell her I can't force love", he said and began walking away.

"I don't have love to give her", he added, staggering as he went.

Huh? She turned to watch him leave, what the hell is he talking about? And who is he? Who is Amelia?

"Damn! He is so clean cute", she muttered under her breath still watching him staggered as he went.

Then as if she realized herself, she took up her right hand and hit her palm on her forehead.

"Stupid you, stop thinking about a man", she said and laughed, then went into the bistro.

As soon as she got in, a man walked up to her.

"Jasira, I will show you the way", he said.

Jasira turned to him and scrutinised him under her perky eyes.

"Who you?", she asked.

"I'm from Mr Damon, the man you have come to see", he said.

"Oh! Okay then, lead the way", she said.

The man nodded and turned left, she followed. They walked straight down, passing by tables surrounded by people, drinking and eating, then they got to a separate table, in a far corner.

There was Mr Damon, the almighty oil baron sitted and smoking heavily. Two whores surrounded him, dancing, as he slapped and slapped at their butts, cupping their breasts in his left hand, while he used the other to smoke.

Jasira made a face. What was this? She walked up to him and realized the man who lead the way earlier, had already taken a stand close by, his arms behind him.

"Hello", she said waving her hand as she got to the table.

Damon looked up and removed the dark eye googles he was putting on. As soon as he saw who it was, he smiled, revealing a silver set of teeth.

Jasira simpered, using her eyes to communicate with him.

"Sit, sit", he motioned her to the seat opposite him.

She shoved back the seat, and sat down, keeping her bag on the table.

"You are always with this bag of yours, maybe you gonna get married to it soon", he said and simpered.

Jasira snorted, ignoring what he just said.

"Good evening Mr Damon", she greeted.

"Good evening beautiful Boss J", he replied and gave signs to the whores to leave, and they did.

"Straight down to business, got a pen?", she asked and unzipped her bag, taking out the files.

Damon smirked.

"Not so fast beautiful, you have come to see the almighty oil baron, what do you care for?", he asked.

She scoffed.

"I'm so okay Mr Damon, I came for business. Just sign this, and I will take my leave", she said and shoved the papers towards him.

"No no no, I insist. What do you care for?", he insisted.

"And I insist as well", she said in a cold voice, looking straight into his eyes.

He gave up.

"Well well, fine. Let me see what we have here", he drew the papers closer to him, looking into it.

He smirked and nodded as his eyes went through the lines.

"Hmph. So Faruk is now so scared to hand me these things himself, that he had to employ your service?", he laughed, "poor boy, I don't blame him", he said.

Jasira said nothing, she had nothing to say concerning that.

"Give me a pen", he said and she handed him one.

"Don't you think Jasira, that I can blow off your brains within seconds, if you don't do my bidding", he said licking his lips.

She smiled.

"And what bidding is that?", she asked.

"This wasn't what Faruk and I agreed, he is breaching the contract", he said and dropped the pen.

She looked at the paper and back at him.

"You think so?", she asked.

"I know so. Damn! You are just someone he employed to cajole me sign this, you know nothing about this contract", he said and hit his right hand on the table.

"Oh, seriously? I never knew. But I know that the profit share agreed on this contract was seventy percent to him, and thirty to you, you both agreed. So what is the breach there?", she asked.

He scoffed, how come she knew? Damn it! That bastard had been feeding them.

"Why would it be so? Where does it happen that way? That a seventy percent share to party A, and a thirty to party B. Damn it! It's supposed to be fifty fifty", he said.

Jasira sighed, calming herself down.

"Mr Damon", she called softly, "this isn't what I came here for. Just sign these papers and let me leave here, I'm overstaying", she said.

He laughed.

"Never, I'm never gonna sign this except the profit share is being changed", he said.

"Okay, how do you intend doing that? Time is going", she said.

He smiled.

"Don't worry, I've got my people down, they can do this right now if you want".

"Well I don't want. That's the pen there, sign this and let me leave", she said.

"Then you must be joking", he said and the next thing, brought out a revolver.

He pointed it towards her.

"I am sorry, but I think if you don't agree to this, then say hi to the devil in hell for me", he said.

She looked at him wideyed for some seconds, then she bursted into laughter. This shocked him.

"Forget it Damon, I already got you", she said and took out a small machine from her bag, it was blinking a red light and counting.

His eyes widened and he slowly lowered his hands. She looked at it smiling as she spoke.

"I already have this building under control, if you dare me, I click on this little button, and darling Mr Damon, that gonna be your miserable end", she looked up at him, the fear in his eyes was visible.

"Don't bother about me, I'm no fool. I'm already protected", she smiled.

He panicked and immediately picked up the pen and begin signing the papers.

"Thank you", she said as soon as he was done and gathered the papers into the file. Then she put it in her bag, and got up.

"It was so nice doing business with you Damon, I hope to do more with you in future", she winked and walked away.

Damon watched her leave in fear, he was dumbfounded and lost for words.