Entangled With The Mafia Lord

“So how do we do it? Do we send the guards outside and then one of us can perhaps go with them?” Tristan suggested after we both stopped beside the fully stocked bar.

I pulled out a whiskey and two glass cups before settling them on the table and pouring glassfuls in both cups. I slipped on a bar chair and placed my phone on the table before taking a mouthful of my drink and throwing it back once, the burn that followed suit was expected and fully welcomed.NôvelDrama.Org © content.

“Nah, too risky. We’re not leaving the house if it’s not extremely important.” I said to Tristan before drinking from my glass again.

“Where’s Lucas anyways?” I asked as I glanced around the sitting room, thinking Lucas was gonna walk out from the kitchen or something.

“He didn’t come back last night, but he was supposed to. I told you this some minutes ago in your room.” Tristan pointed out.

“You did? Maybe I wasn’t fully listening.” I replied absentmindedly.

“Of course, you were. You were a few minutes from shoving your dick into your girl up there, that’s so collected of you.” Tristan sassed and I let out a loud snort which made us erupt in laughter.

“But seriously I hope Lucas is ok.” Tristan cuts in this time.

I ran my fingers through my hair as I replied, “Of course he’s alright. He’s not a kid in this kind of stuffs and he knows how to hold his one perfectly in a fight so I’m sure his fine. I’ll give him a call later today.”

Esther slinked down the stairs slowly, she mumbled greetings to us as she headed towards the television. She thumbed the gadgets for a few seconds before picking up the remote and powering the tv on. Her laptop was grasped beneath her armpit and she thumbed it open the moment she fell into a chair and placed the laptop on the chair beside her.

The news playing out caught my interest right from the headline which was written in caps.

It says: CONFUSION OVERTAKES OFFICERS AS NO ONE UNDERSTANDS WHY IT SEEMS LIKE A BOMB WENT OFF IN THE AIR, WHILE A FEW SECONDS AWAY FROM THAT SPOT, A BURNT AIRCRAFT CRASHED BEHIND A WAREHOUSE WITH NO ONE IN IT.

A picture of the completely burnt aero plane came up and I grimaced at how the aircraft was totally beyond repair, the designs on the body had melted away along with almost all parts of it’s body.

I stood up from the bar stool and walked towards the tv to increase the volume until the woman saying the news starting talking about how the aircraft was completely burnt before the firearms got there, which means they are unable to trace where exactly the aircraft care from and also about no one being in the aircraft, that it was suspicious since lots of bullets holes were found on almost all the parts of the aircraft that hasn’t completely melted away.

I returned the volume back to its former level and returned back to my bar stool. “Now the whole world knows we escaped without dying, and now our enemies were probably watching the news the same time we watched it and are already plotting their next attack.” I said to Tristan as I tipped my glass backwards until all its remaining content slid down my throat.

“This is bad. And we don’t even have more than two to three guns with us at the moment. We need to get a lot of things, a whole lot of things, Auden.” Tristan reminded me.

“Let’s order the essentials for now. Clothes, and phones. We can order for guns and bullets to be delivered to us from Pedro from the black market but we cannot risk anyone finding this place. No one’s fully trusted at the moment so we can’t take any chances. I can go fetch the guns from Pedro in a few hours time, I’ll go with Lucas and some of the guards.” I explained to Tristan who nodded his head along to what I was saying before he lifted his hand and asked, “What about Daven?”

“Oh shit, that’s true. I can go fetch him too, I’ll come home with the guns, then I’ll go fetch him. You don’t leave this place at all, you stay here and protect our siblings because they’re both powerless at the moment.”

“And Aria,” Tristan added with a raised eyebrow and I rolled my eyes before replying. “Of course, and Aria. You protect them all.”

“Let’s order some shits then.” Tristan said as he clinked his glass cup against the glass edge of the bar.