"I am sooooo bored!" I exaggeratedly groaned, causing the Asian beauty on whose lap my head was resting while she gave me a head massage to chuckle.

Brett and the other man whose name I forgot were doing some work as Krystal demanded from them in exchange for their stay, and Max was also busy doing some 'goods' quality check.

"We can't do anything, can we?" she asked, making me groan once more.

It's been approximately ten or fifteen minutes since Krystal departed for that fucking fuck man's place, and the very thought of the meeting was making me even more restless and grumpy.

I looked up to meet my eyes with the Asian Beauty's and wondered how the fuck she was even so calm?

Okay- okay-, maybe I was overreacting, but that damn motherfucker was acting so damn weird by being all blushy-blushy with my kidnap..err, Krystal, that I was even about to puke on his branded Gucci suit, whipping the Cheshire smile of his... ugh!

On the day I got consciousness, Max told me about the misunderstandings between the two empires, as in his opinion, 'It's Pumpkin's fucking fault to let your sidekick take you from me.' His words were filled with maternal love, which I had been craving for ages, the real maternal love; On the very day both of my lady kidnappers apologized, and I could see from their faces that they were genuinely sorry, as my kidnapper number one's face was full of guilt, her grey stormy eyes were moist and caring rather than her normal intimidating ones, while my kidnapper number two was literally weeping.

Yes! THE LEADER OF COBRA EMPIRE, THE SANDRA DE LUCA, WAS WEEPING in front of me, of all people, because on the very day she was broken both internally and externally, the mask which we are trained to keep on until our death was no longer on her face, which was really a good thing because sometimes it's better to let it go, to let your emotions show, as this helps you a lot. She has been vocal and kept apologizing to Krystal, which was somehow working wonders on her condition. She is not completely fine as she just quietly sits for hours and hours staring at some interesting things like floors and walls, but aren't we all somehow fucked in some ways?

On the other hand, my kidnapper number one was completely silent and acting as fine as she had always been, masking her true emotions within the smile-less smile, I knew there was something... something darker that she and Max had been hiding from us. Sandra seemed to suspect the same as she asked Krystal whether there was something more, but Krystal just waved it off.

*snap* *snap*

The Asian beauty snapped her fingers in front of my face, making me come back from my thoughts.

"Where are you lost, Shawty?" She inquired, and I jokingly smacked her on the thigh with the nickname.

These women really have a habit of giving weird nicknames, especially to me, which I found really cute... but I am never going to let them know that.

"I am not that short," I mumbled, and she snickered as I sat up on the couch.

"Sure, curly head-" she said in a teasing tone, making me roll my eyes at her.

"Fuck you-" I snapped, immediately regretting my word choices, seeing the smirk forming on her face.

"I can assure you it would be the other way around." She smirked, and I nudged her stomach rather aggressively, making her groan at the impact. Blood started rushing over my face, and I averted my head.

"Where is that woman, anyway?" I asked, scanning the room. The perfect secretary was nowhere to be seen.

"I don't know- maybe doing some file work," she shrugged, and I sighed.

"And here I was thinking of ordering her to bring me some ice cream," I dramatically huffed.

"I can bring you some-" The Asian beauty started standing up, and I grabbed her arm to stop her.

"No- I want her to do so-" I stated, making the other roll her eyes at me.

"Why do you hate her so much?"

"Says you-" I commented as I knew the Asian beauty too didn't like the secretary at all, for the same obvious reasons as mine.

"I-" She averted her eyes from me and started saying something, but I cut her off before she could complete her statement.

"I am bored-" I again said, making her sigh.

She rubbed her temple and tucked her smooth, silky brunette hair behind her ear, making me want to gaze my fingers through them while she f-

I shook my head, stopping the weird in the middle, and Sandra skeptically eyed me.

But she eventually let it go and raised her brows at me. "What do you want me to do?" she asked, making me grin.

"I want to go up-" I pointed my finger towards the ceiling with glee.

"Up as in?" her brows furrowed, and I sighed.

"Up to the terrace," I cleared myself, and she nodded before she stood up and started walking towards the wheelchair.

"Stop!" I exclaimed, and she turned around low-key, irritated with me. "The elevator is under repair," I said, as Max had informed me in the morning.

"What!" She was now high-key irritated by me, which was a kind of amusing for me, as she didn't even try to slap me or anything by now.

Without saying anything, I raised my arms in the air and made a grabby motion with my palms, indicating she should take me up.

"What the fuck, Noo! you're as heavy as fuck!" She grunted, making me pout, but I didn't lower my arms.

I continued the motion and, despite her stern face, her beautiful almond eyes, which always remind me of a coffee mug, were softened, "Pretty- Pwease na na---" I continued to give her my best puppy eyes, or in this case, best kitty eyes. Okay- err,... I do behave like a cat, as they say. Finally, she groaned and came towards me, picking me up in a bridal style, and I laced my arms around her neck.

"This is the last time-" She sneered, and I just laughed, knowing it was impossible.

Like, who can resist my charms?

Grinning, I closed my eyes and let her lavender fragrance engulf me as she constantly complained about my weight on every single step of the stairs she took.

Her silky hair fell over my face as the wind started to blow as we reached the terrace.

I opened my eyes and smiled at her. She momentarily huffed and rolled her eyes at me, but didn't let me down to sit on the concrete floor as I was expecting from her.

Well, both of my kidnappers just pretend to be cocky, but in fact, they are quite soft. Well, err... not for everyone, but I don't know why they just don't treat me as a hostage. They treat me like a friend, well, more like a pet kitten, but whatever. Max has given me so much maternal love that my real mother could never have given me.

My real mother... the very thought of her being a quarter of motherly than him made me chuckle, and the Asian beauty swayed me a little, making me squeak with the sudden movement.

"What were you thinking?" She questioned.

"Nothing just about my mother-" I mumbled, and she raised her brows but never questioned further, which I quite appreciated.

Her eyes left mine, and she looked around our surroundings, taking a few steps towards the railing.

We reached in front of the railing, and she stopped. Her eyes were fixed on the trees in front of us. She seemed to be in deep thought as her coffee brown eyes flickered with emotions I couldn't comprehend.

"You are not thinking of dropping me, are you?" I asked in an awkward tone, making her snap back to reality.

"Huh?" she asked.

"Nothing-" I murmured, looking down at the mansion's parking where the black range rover was nowhere to be seen.

A few minutes passed, just a silent breeze soothing my senses as the enchanted flutter of the leaves echoed in the background.

"Terrace has been an important spot for me-" she said, out of the blue, making me furrow my brows as my eyes met hers.

Seeing my expressions, she continued. "Whenever I was lost or troubled, I used to sit in a corner with Sheshu and wait." She sighed, and I felt her sifting her hand below me.

"Oh-" It was really awkward for me to say something in that situation.

She just chuckled, and suddenly her words stuck in my mind.

"Wait! Wait for who? " I asked, and she just stared at a spot beside the corner where a shade was built.

"Her-" she answered in a low tone, and I nodded, making her smile bitterly.

Max has already hinted at Krystal's and her past.

Hell, I even ship them, which is rare because I strangely ship anyone together.

Krystal Blake, the head of the biggest mafia clan, has a dominant dark aura, mysterious vibes, godly looks, dangerous yet sexy features, and is probably a source of wet dreams for hundreds of people. She also smells like coffee.

Sandra De Luca, the head of the second-largest mafia clan, has a strong yet soft aura, mysterious vibes, dangerously sexy, heavenly body, that smells like lavender and looks like coffee.

They both look like sins I want to commit.

If anyone looked just at them, they would say they were just perfect.

But deep down, they are both broken, broken in so many ways that it may take a long time to heal.

As the saying goes,

।।यथार्थपरिपूर्णता अपरिपूर्णा भवतु।।

[True perfection has to be imperfect]

Everyone has their downs, everyone has their flaws.

No one has ever succeeded in getting free from reality's claw.

Is there anyone perfect and sane?

They are both just so compatible with each other. The way Krystal's eyes soften while talking to Sandra and Sandra diverts her gaze from guilt over her decisions in the past.

The way Sandra's smile is contagious, making a ghost smile erupt on Krystal's lips too.

They are both just ahhh!

God! I can stay single- but let my ship sail!

Pffft- as if I am getting into any relationship...

But if I could, I would definitely do them both. I am just saying.

"Earth to Jellybean-" The Asian Beauty's amused smile cut through my thoughts, making me look away in embarrassment.

"Sorry-"

"What were you even thinking?" She asked in an amused tone.

"I-I can think of anything that I want-" I answered huffing, and she chuckled.

"Yes, sure- but my arm is quite stiff now. Can we go downstairs? " She asked, and I nodded, and I felt blood rush towards my cheek. I knew they would be red now so I leaned against her chest, hiding my face.

Oh gay gods, have mercy!

The Asian beauty started walking towards the stairs and I bit my lip as her boob touched my cheek with every step she took and I couldn't avert my face because if previously I was not, now I was completely red.

"W-Where is Kartos, anyway?" I questioned, trying to calm myself down with the torture.

Come on, Adriana, think of something else! Men! Men! PpS, Dinglidongs- UGHHHH!!

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