Xia's POV:

"Helloooo?" A hand waves in front of my face, bringing me back to the present.

"Huh ?" I asked, clueless.

"I was saying, it's time to take out the cupcakes from the oven." Adrian repeated.

"Oh. Okay." I replied while putting on the oven mittens that were placed on the table in front of me.

Right now, I was in the bakery with Adrian. Normally, on the weekends the place was jam packed. We had been here since morning and so far, there have been only a few customers even though it was a weekend.

So instead of sitting around aimlessly, we decided to have a bake off against each other. I started making my famous Red Velvet cupcakes.

Nobody, not even Adrian, knew this recipe because it was passed down one generation to another in my family. We never sold it here because there were many dishes as it is.

So, technically, nobody had ever tasted them. Not even Adrian. I craned my neck to take a peek at Adrian, wanting to know what he was doing.

Oh.

Well, I'm not surprised that he is literally eating the cake pops that he made right now. And.....he has frosting on his face. I swear, that guy is a child sometimes.

Speaking of children, I hadn't seen the Ramirezes, yes that's what I am calling them from now onward, after the day that I left their house with their driver, Carlos.

The next day, I texted Ricardo. I had his number because we had exchanged numbers on that night. I asked him whether Nicolas was alright to which he replied with a 'yes' and we just never met or even spoke for that matter.

Once I took the cupcakes out, I set them aside to let it cool for a while before decorating them with some cream cheese frosting.

Realizing that I hadn't gone out to the shop and was in the kitchen for so long now, I removed the mittens and walked out.

As soon as I did so, I looked around the shop and saw that there was a man sitting at one of the tables who wasn't there half an hour back.

He was dressed up in a black suit and wore the coiled tube thing in his ear that is normally used by bodyguards.

Okay, weird.

It was only after a few more moments that I noticed that there were four men who were dressed up exactly like the first man that I had seen.

Although they were separately sitting at different tables, I couldn't help but think that they were all together and knew each other because of their similar, no, scratch that, exact dressing.

I peeled my eyes off of them and dismissed all the strange thoughts that ran through my mind and drew my attention to the customer who had just entered the shop.

"Hello!" The man greeted, taking off his sunglasses.

"Good morning, Sir." I welcomed him and took down his order. He sat at one of the empty tables and I started preparing his order: Vanilla Latte.

As I put in the ingredients, I felt someone's gaze gaze on me; like I was being stared at. I looked up and my eyes fell on the men in black. Hey! Men In Black is my favorite movie.

Their eyes followed each and every move of mine. I'm not gonna lie, I felt very uncomfortable under their gaze.

Could they BE anymore obvious?

When I made eye contact with Boris, yes I gave them nicknames, but he didn't look away but straight into my eyes.

Agent K was sitting at the table in the corner and read a newspaper that was in his hands, Agent Zed, however, seemed like he was going to fall asleep at any moment and finally Agent J was sipping water from a bottle of water.

Ignoring them, I poured the freshly made drink into a cup and handed it over to the customer. I thanked him for coming and went back into the kitchen.

HOLY GUACAMOLE!

I was met with the sight of Adrian eating the red velvet cupcakes that I had left to cool down. I wasn't in here only for about fifteen minutes and this is what happens?

"Adi..." I breathed out.

"Oops." He muttered.

"Yeah. Oops." I mumbled. "So, the cupcakes are good?"

"Good? These are fucking heavenly!"

I chuckled at his reaction. Walking to where he was, I helped myself with one of the cupcakes and took a bite.

"Damn!" I exclaimed after eating the more than palatable cake. "This is good."

I didn't expect them to come out that well because I hadn't made them in a while.

"Well, you got a taste. Bye!" Adrian grinned, taking the tray of cupcakes along with him.

I smiled at his comment and let him go because I could make them myself if I wanted.

Four hours and 7 minutes later...

"Goodnight, I'll see you tomorrow." I bid goodbye to Adrian and walked to my car while he did the same.

When he reversed out of the parking spot, I wore my seat-belt and was about to start the car until I felt a cold metal press itself against my neck.

Panic surged through me as fear paralyzed my body. My heart hammered in my chest making me feel as though my body was numb. My eyes drifted to the rear view mirror in search of the person in the backseat.

"Look ahead. Don't try anything that would get a bullet pierce through your skull." A gruff masculine voice jeered.

"What do you want ?" I asked defiantly to mask my fear.

"Shut the fuck up, cagna ! I am the one who will ask questions." He roared.

Jeez, rude much.

"Who do you work for ?" He asked, pressing the gun further onto my neck.

"Erm....I own a bakery so technically, I work for myself." I answered honestly.

"Don't play with me. I don't have all day." He shot back.

Well, I mean, yeah. He is not wrong; he doesn't have the whole day because it is night time. I thought but didn't dare to say it out loud.

"I told you what you wanted to know." I said, my voice laced with venom.

"So you're telling me that you have been speaking to the Don of the Mexican mafia for no reason? That you don't have a plan up your sleeve?"

Excuse me? Don? What is this guy, a psychopath?

"The fuck are you talking about?" I yelled. As I said those words, I felt the rush of adrenaline pump through my veins.

"Do you want your brains to be splattered all over the windshield?" He asked, emphasizing on the word 'want'.

"No." I muttered, the confidence that I had a few minutes back fade away.

The next line that that he said, made my body weigh down with dread.

"I hope the message is sent across." The man said bluntly and left the car. I turned around to see his face but couldn't due to the fact that he was wearing a black colored balaclava.

It had something written on it but I couldn't make out the words since it was late at night and there weren't many lights around here.

It rested my head back on the headrest as I sigh escaped from my lips. I was still baffled by what he had said.

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