THE CURRENT DAY…
Jordan and his mafia stayed in his five-star hotel, Hightower hotel, nestled in the heart of Didsbury, very close to the Harry & Halen corp.
Jordan occupied his executive suite, the spacious living area features plush, high-end furnishings, including a bespoke sofa and armchair upholstered in luxurious velvety fabrics. The walls, adorned with original artworks, and bespoke installations added a touch of elegance, and sophistication. A statement light fixture serves as a focal point, while floor to ceiling windows offer breathtaking view of the city skyline.
Jordan stood in front of the floor to ceiling windows, the curtains drawn back, offering him a front row seat of the buzz happening in the Harry & Halen corp. His hotel was close to the Corp, and his executive suite large and lofty windows was directly facing it, the two buildings were almost the same height.
"Alyssa"
He spoke into the phone, his baritone voice laced with frustration, he could hear the soft giggle of Halen in the background, he sighed.
"Brother relax, we're almost done" she rolled her eyes.
She knew it was only a matter of minutes, before her brother would flood this channel store with convoy, and literally drag her back to the hotel.
"I can hear your eyes rolling princess, you have 15 minutes to get back or else imma come out there, and drag y'all's asses back home!"
He stated, and cut the call before Alyssa would try to plead her way out of this again. Why did he even let her leave? And with Halen of all people. Not like she would do any harm to his sister, but they all basically just met like few hours ago, other than the fact that Halen couldn't tear her eyes off of him, and that she and Alyssa clicked immediately they met, he didn't really know much about her and her family, oh and the fact that Harry Dushane almost ruined their whole plan with his stubbornness and pride.
~ Flashback~
"Harry and Halen are back, and will join us soon, you'll repeat everything you just told man to them also innit" Lewis Dushane stated, sat at the head of the dining table.
"I do not repeat myself, I came here to speak with you, if you value your son's life, speak with him." Jordan replied.
He was more than annoyed now, he didn't think this meeting would last this long. The sun was up when they came here, and now it's settled. Lewis had offered them dinner, hence, why everyone was sat around the long and wide polished glass table. Lewis Dushane was able to get the Miller's to wait for the arrival of his son by passing their time with discussions of battles, strategies and what not. He was well aware that the old man was stalling him, the brewing war was not the pressing issue like this, but he didn't complain, in fact he enjoyed it. Lewis Dushane knew he couldn't entice the young don with women, or wine.
"Fair enough" Lewis replied, and right on cue, Harry Dushane walked in, with Halen trailing behind him, both of them clad in formal attire as if just coming out from a meeting.
Halen was stunned. She had heard rumors about the ruthless don of the US mafia, even more talks about his good looks, but right now, standing in front of him, those talks did no justice to this Greek god. She couldn't tear her eyes off him, his striking hazel eyes, a beautiful contrast to his brown skin tone, a distinctive angular jawline that added to his rugged charm, and those full pink lips that looked so plump. Halen felt her hormones come to life, she wanted to fuck the life out of hi-
"The fuck you telling man huh? I ain't moving nowhere! This is my ends, my fucking hood, you would have man tuck tail like a coward and jump out, leaving my boys out here? What example am I setting?"
Halen's unholy thoughts were interrupted by her brother's stentorian outburst.
"Harry-" Lewis Dushane couldn't complete as he was interrupted by Jordan who had had enough of the foolish son.
"You're not just target for any random killer, you're a target for the hollow, now unless you're completely clueless about who the hollow is, which I doubt is the case, then you are nothing more than a foolish king"
One could hear a pin drop, nobody moved or said anything, until...
"You waltz into my city! My home! and speak to me like I am one of the pussios you call men?"
Harry barked, spit flying from his mouth, as stood in Jordan's face and pressed his gun to the US mafia don's jaw. How in the hell did he become a judge, Jordan thought.
In a flash, Maurice stood up and pointed his gun directly at Harry. Every armed man in the dining room surrounded the Millers for the second time that day. Jordan was getting really tired of this bullshit.
"Shoot"
Jordan dared the young Dushane, hazel eyes stared directly at dark brown orbs. To say Harry was shocked, would be an understatement, but he quickly recovered and slowly put the safety off, resulting in a soft click, the sound amplified by the room's utter silence. Jordan knew he didn't have the balls to pull the trigger, but he'd never underestimate anyone.
"You want to try man huh?"
Harry shouted, as he erupted in laughter. Looking around to his men, "Hey! Y'all look! This fry man is trying to test me!" another episode of a taunting laughter, that was quickly cut shut by his father who stood up from his seat.
"Enough Harry!. The US don is right! Better you leave to fight another day, than foolishly sit around waiting for the hollow to take you at their wish."
Another silence. Harry kissed his teeth loudly, before lowering his gun.
"Good, we're leaving tomorrow" Jordan didn't wait for any objections, as he walked out of the room.
~Flashback Ends~
They would have left by dawn, but Harry had insisted he needed to tie up some loose ends in the office. Jordan knew co-habitation with him would be a challenge. Harry, although strong, yet remained a foolish and impulsive king. He would need to keep him in check.
"Boss, Alyssa and Halen are back, should we move?" Maurice, spoke from behind him.
He said nothing to his boss, but Maurice had a bad feeling about this day, if he could, he would drag his boss along with him to safety. Jordan saved his life, he would take a bullet for him, he owed Jordan everything.
"Yeah" came Jordan's reply.
Maurice turned to leave, but stopped at the sound of his name by Jordan who still stood, facing the floor-to-ceiling window.
"Yes boss."
"I'm trusting you with her, with them. Not even a single scratch."
"Understood boss."
Jordan trusted Maurice to some extent, he couldn't fully trust him, his paranoia would never allow him.
The don, judge and ceo of Harry & Halen Corp made his way to his chopper that sat pretty on its helipad on the rooftop of the H&H Corp, Lewis Dushane trailed after his son, as they moved swiftly towards the chopper, security had never been tighter. Jordan took a tiny sip from his glass, eyes darted in all directions, looking for anything that seemed out of the ordinary. Relax... the hollow can't do anything with this amount of security, the plan will work, Jordan repeated in his head, an effort to subdue his worry.
He took deep breathes in, but couldn't breathe out, his breathe hitched, everything moved agonizingly slow, Jordan stood completely still, as he watched Harry Dushane fall lifelessly to the ground, head completely shattered.
The hollow did strike, with a fucking sniper. The sound of Harry's body hitting the roof of a parked car, and the sudden car honks, shook Jordan back to reality. His eyes frantically searched for the source, he knew it was a waste of time, yet he kept looking.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!" he screamed, smashing his glass against the wall, its content spilled, creating some sort of artistic mess.
"Fuck!!" he growled.
In a flash he was inside the elevator, heading to the ground floor of the hotel.
After patiently waiting, Luisa couldn't be happier at the sight of daybreak. She watched for a minute as the city of Manchester came to life, the sound of people getting ready for whatever the day had in store for them, the sound of organizations powering up, Luisa soaked it all in, before she got up, to get ready for the day herself.
She positioned her sniper riffle towards the H&H Corp, for some reason the organization was buzzing with armed men and women, even choppers were rotating the sky. She knew this was her shot, she had to finish her mission today.
The security was tight, she'd give them that, but that has never stopped her before, and it won't stop her now. She maintained complete focus, as she stared at the Corp, through her sniper's lens, too many moving bodies on the rooftop, she waited. They all stopped moving for a minute, Luisa guessed they were waiting for something, she was about to pull the trigger, when they started moving again.
"Fuck!" she cursed.
She continued waiting, hoping they'd stop moving again, but when she realized that wasn't going to happen, she knew she had to make her shot in that moment. Eyes trained on her target, Luisa aimed, and counted out loud.
"5….4…3…2…1… " she fired, and watched as her bullet hit her target straight on his chest. Before anyone could register what was going on, she shot again, this time hitting him on his head, that shattered on impact.
Luisa smiled as the sound of confusion, and screams of horror broke through the thick atmosphere. She was about to detach her eyes from her sniper's lens, when she caught sight of none other than Jordan Miller himself. Luisa was more than stunned.
She hadn't thought the Don would be so… so hot! Sure, she'd had seen some pictures of him on the web, but all were either a side view or back view, this was the first time she'd be seeing him in full, face and all. She couldn't deny, the man was the modern-day Adonis.
The smashing of his glass on the wall brought her back to reality, this was another chance for her, she thought, and just as she was about to pull her trigger for the third time that day, he angrily stormed out of her view.
"CAZZO!" (FUCK!) Luisa cursed loudly.
She had just missed her first chance of exacting her revenge on the US mafia don, because of her stupid libido. His eyes, his braided hair, his-
"What the fuck is wrong with you Luisa! Get a grip on dammit" she screamed at herself. She needed to get laid, fast.
Luisa paused her actions, as she was hit with a particular train of thought, why the fuck was the US Mafia's don there? Why was he angry at the sight of the lifeless body of the judge? At that moment it hit her, they were allies! Her breath quickened. She needed to get away from this house, before they could connect the dots, she thought.
Swiftly re-arranging her sniper riffle back into a small luggage box, she put a black hoodie on, matching it with black cargo pants and vans, Luisa quickly made her way down, and stopped a cab.
"Take me to the nearest hotel here, please"
"Okay ma'am, that would be the Hightower hotel, not too far from here, it's a five-star hotel you know. Very expensive too, your ride would be 50 euros, and there's something going on, Harry Dushane, the judge ha…"
Luisa stopped listening at the "okay ma'am" part, she had zoned him out. Her heart was beating like crazy, and she was well aware it was not because of the mission, she knew it was because of a certain hazel eyed man.
The cab-man stopped the car, notifying her that they had reached their destination. Luisa alighted, and handed him a 500-euro bill, with haste, she made her way into the hotel, box in hand, she stood in front of the receptionist, trying to book herself a room.
Jordan, swarmed with armed men, angrily made his way to the reception of his hotel that led out to the active city, he couldn't believe it, all his plan had been burnt to ashes. That shot came from a reputable distance, he needed to know the source.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a very soft, yet firm voice. Jordan almost stopped to see who the voice belonged to, although they weren't saying anything seductive or abnormal, yet, the voice sounded sultry. He took a very quick glance towards the direction, he couldn't help himself. He almost felt disappointed at the fact that he was met with the back view of the woman, but her shape, and curve uplifted his spirit, and when he passed by her, he caught a whiff of her cologne, and damn if that didn't do something to him.
On reaching outside to the now disrupted traffic, Jordan assessed Harry's body, but even as he assessed the situation on ground, his anger only getting worse, he couldn't help his mind that constantly drifted to a particular woman, with a sexy curve, sultry voice and an angel's scent.