The Game

Chapter ii

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TROUBLEMAKER- Omido, Izaya

Redvard POV:

Shit. Should I tell her?
On the other hand, no thanks, I am glad she does not know so that she does not reject this.... and on the bright side, it is A LOT of money!

Like, as if 150 000 dollars a week is not enough. I hope she doesn't find out why I did this. How does she not know, he is infamous? She is cluesless as far as I know. Let's just hope she does not hate me for this... if she comes back alive. I definitely know I would not. God that makes me sound like a selfish prick. But I do value my life. I have a wife and kids to look after... and she is single. Not that I am implying that she won't ever get married or anything. So let's just hope she comes back alive. She is too sweet for him to kill her. I mean surely he wouldn't, but then again he is the most dangerous mafia boss in the underworld. He kills for fun even... Fuck, I am so so sorry Liana.

I am dragged out of my thoughts when I get a text from my wife asking where I am, I sigh as I quickly reply that I am on my way. I put my phone down and carry on packing up my computer bag and some documents  and getting ready to go home. God it has been a long day. I am the last one at the firm so I am locking up. I walk out of the main building, setting the alarm on the front black iron gate as I do so. I get in my car and drive home.
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Liana  POV:

I wake up at 7:30 and take a
shower. I put on some casual clothes and quickly clean my little house, no one would be here to do it for me. Not that I don't have money for a bigger house, I just don't know what I'd do with a massive house, it would be so cold and lonely.

Before I Uber to the airport I lock up everything and make sure my car is in the garage.

*In the airport*

God, that was a long ass drive. spent most of the time playing a mindless game that never let me win, so infuriating.

I quickly check in and make my way to the boarding gates. I get on to the plane in my seat and put my seatbelt on, getting ready for take off. I am lucky that I am sitting alone, no crying babies or loud chewing people, this flight will be so peaceful. On the other hand, the rest of the plane is packed.

Once we are in the air, I start to relax and unbuckle my seatbelt. I take out my favourite book and start reading it. I really enjoy reading, it relieves me from the situations I need to deal with every day at work. It gives me a chance to zone into a new world, it helps me zone out of reality. Just then this gorgeous man stands up with a cynical smile. He is wearing a casual suit, he must be some kind of business CEO from the looks of it. From his body language, I pick up that he is about to do something, and that something will NOT be good, I try and avoid what is to come by plugging earphones into my ears and carry on reading.

He stands in the corridor in the front of the plane. I look back up at him once I finish my page and we lock eyes, captured in a wave, we stare at each other for a long moment. I don't know what he wants and I want nothing to do with what he has planned, so I just look back down at my book, getting sucked back into a world of fantasy.

"Can I get everyone's attention please," his deep voice rings throughout the plane but I don't look back up, I just got to the interesting part! I put my music a little louder so that I can sort of drown him out.

"How about we play a game?" He says, his tone is filled with mischief. "Ooo -what game is it?" A person from the back of the plane speaks. Bad move. "It's called kill or death, it is a lot like truth or dare." He speaks from the front in an annoyed tone. How'd his mood change that quick?

"How do you play?" Another voice enquires. I decide that I dont want to hear what comes next, so I put my headphones to full volume, blocking the any noise to come next. A moment later, vibrations go off throughout the plane.
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Christophers POV:

"Like that. Now, who else wants to play?" I smirk as I watch the dead body fall off of his chair and into the isle. Everybody starts crying and screaming, giving me me a headache... all except one. The girl I locked eyes with when I first stood up.

She's beautiful. Let's kidnap her.

She really is, but I shrug it off trying to get rid of a few dirty thoughts that pop up into my head while I eye her up and down, she doesn't look like much from afar, but I know that if I run my hands down her body, it's perfect. She looks so innocent, but something about her shows more to her than just innocence. It shows secrets, I can feel that she is hiding something.

I carry on staring at her, she doesn't move and inch, she has earphones plugged in, probably because she didn't want to be apart of this. I get tired of the screaming and shouting and I shoot another guy dead, making everybody pause and go silent. "Sit down, and you won't be touched." I grit out in a dominating tone. To their luck, everyone sits down and shuts up. I get back to my seat and chuckle devilishly when Vitale gives me the 'you got to be fucking kidding me' look.

The rest of the flight goes normally and I try my best not to look back at that girl reading her book. She intrigued me and I am determined to find out what she is hiding.

*In his mansion*

That was possibly the most boring flight I have ever experienced. I take a look at my watch as I am making my way to my room which is on the third floor. It is 9pm, I walk into my en-suite bathroom and pull my clothes off. I take a hot shower, get dressed in dark grey sweat pants and a black v-neck shirt. I make my way to my office, which is across my bedroom.

I sit in my large leather chair behind my massive oak wood desk and try to bury myself in work, it's not helping, she keeps popping in my head. Those beautiful hazel eyes, button nose how her long brown hair almost sat in her lap at the length that it was. She was wearing a cream turtleneck with jeans. That turtleneck made her tits look so fucking edible.I remember the image of her walking in front of me when she had descended the plane, how her ass looked so juicy in her pants.

Fuck, I need to stop, I'm getting hard. This has never happened to me. It's so fucking odd.

Oooo, I feel that Mr King has a little infatuation. Damian smirks at me.

Damian, piss off! I internally growl at him, causing him to laugh at me, making kissing and moaning noises. Fucking hell, can I please just get rid of you?

Let me think about that... hmmm
He pulls a fake thinking face before answering with a smirk.
Na, I think I wanna stick around for a while.

I sigh defeated and get back to work, trying my best not to think about her.

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Finally finishing all of the work I needed to do I look at the big black and gold clock on the opposite side of my office. It's showing one ó clock in the morning. It's that late? That's why I am tired, not like I really sleep though. Maybe it's just that flight that has me jetlagged a bit.

I walk back to my room, not before closing my office door. I fall straight onto my bed and close my eyes, once again, thinking about her.

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