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C H A P T E R 69

Kenny does have a housekeeper to clean and run errands for him, but he prefers making his own meals. You'd swear this man cooking a homemade dinner for his kids is not a whole Mafia leader. He knows exactly how and when to switch roles. How to change positions and fulfill his responsibilities. I bet none of his workers would ever imagine their cold and egotistical boss chopping onions and making lasagna, same way he never shows that ruthless side of him to the kids, or even me.

It just increased my admiration and respect for him.

"My brother finally texted." I admitted, eating the raw carrots I finished peeling for the salad.

Kenny asked looking at me, "What did he say ?"

"He's ready to talk." I replied. "He said since my dad is handing over the position of being gang leader to me.. he wants to be there to support and cheer for me. So we should talk things through before..."

The next Criminal Convention, known as the Met Karlos is in four days. And I'll officially be introduced as the leader of the Goated Gang. The fact that it has been six months since the last masquerade one is just unbelievable. The last event was the one I had sex with Kenny without knowing it was him. The following day would be the first time I saw him after five years.. everything just literally feels like it happened a week ago, instead of six months ago.

I was so relieved when Max texted me, this has been the longest since I've talked to him and I was starting to get worried. I know I lied and kept secrets from him, but I didn't think he'd take this so deeply. I thought he'd just take two to three days to come around, but I was wrong about that.

"He sure took his time." Kenny uttered taking out the lasagna in the oven.

"Kenny you've been through this before, you of all people should understand him." I explained to him. Kenny thinks Max is overeating and blowing the whole issue out of proportion.

"Blue you kept a secret regarding your life, it's not like you told him he's adopted and you're secretly his mother." He retorted. "This is your business, he has no right getting angry and overreacting like that."

"He's my brother, he was hurt that I kept a secret from him." I tried to explain. "We don't keep secrets from each other."

"Well, it's not kindergarten anymore." His gaze turned to me. "You have every right to decide what you wanna share and what to keep private. Hell, even your dad didn't overreact like that."

***

The next morning I woke up, prepared Kiara and Kai for day care, dropped them off and headed to the warehouse. I spent the entire day training, doing workouts and practicing. As usual, it got my mind off things, it made me forget about my worries and anxiety for a little while.

Kenny was meeting with Maddie and his IT guy, Sam about how far they are with finding Moscow. I really hope they made some kind of progress. But before that he was fetching the kids, which gave me time to have the lunch with Max.

I was nervous as hell, the last time we saw each other.. things didn't really go so well. So I'm hoping we could just bury the hatchet and move on. I mean he's my brother and I love him, my life just hasn't been the same without him. Kenny may think Max is overreacting, but I can actually see where he's coming from.

Max trusts me more than anything else in this world, or atleast trusted me. It could take years to trust someone completely, but only take a few seconds to break that trust. I don't know how I would've reacted if the roles were reversed. I kept my whole pregnancy from him, I kept the fact that I have kids from him. I looked at him in the eyes every single fucking day in these past five years, knowing very well I was keeping a huge secret from him. He literally has every right to demand space and time to process everything.

I sighed as I pulled into Level Cafe, his favourite restaurant and parked my car. I got out and closed the door before locking it.

I was about to turn when I felt a hand on my waist. A cloth was held against my face before I could even react. I held my breath as I tried not to breathe in the chloroform. I tried fighting but the person behind me kept my hands secured with his arms.

Don't inhale it, don't breath. I kept chanting to myself as I fought to get out of his grip. I kept fidgeting until his arms loosened It's grip. I immediately took the opportunity and collided my elbow with what I aimed to be his eye.

"Ahhh!" The male behind me growled letting my face go and removing the cloth off my face.

"You bitch!" He grunted and I turned to find him touching his eye. He raised the chloroform sprayed cloth and aimed for my face again but my sneakers harshly collided with his crotch. His hands went to touch his groin and I took the opportunity to take out the gun on my waist. I hit the back of his head with my gun which immidietly knocked him out.

His unconscious body fell on the ground and before I could process anything, I also felt something hard on the back of my head. I slowly turned with all the dizziness and vertigo and saw a man in a baclava before my vision totally blacked out.