The November Order

💎 VIII : First Idea

"What if, we did like in the movies and struck back." Blue and Grey, stared at the other individual sitting opposite them in the booth.

"Think about it, give me an answer in a week, I'll be here doing my rounds for the families." He stretched out his hands, "you're excused."

The brothers stood up and walked out of the restaurant, it was always surreal when they were on the receiving ends of family issues.

"He fits right into the seat, don't you think?" Blue asked as they walked out of the VIP section.

Grey had a contemplative look on his face, "yes, he even kinda reminds me of dad." He sighed, "a much younger and colder version of dad."

Blue laughed, "I get that too but they say he has a sweet spot too," he punched his brothers arm lightly and whispered with a troublesome grin "beside if he gets too into his moods, we can get momsi and aunty Ida when we get her back to whoop his ass into sense again."

Grey held himself from laughing out loud and increased his pace.

When they got out of the building blue looked at him and motioned whipping a child with a cane. Grey couldn't take it anymore and laughed to his hearts content.

His emotionless front will shatter.

The two brothers got in their car and began their journey home, they had a lot of plans to make.

*

Efosa sighed as he watched Adesuwa walk up the ramp, maybe if he hadn't heard those words that put this all in motion, he'd have been able to love her without issue. The vixen was starting to grow on him, too bad she was taken but he held the sliver of hope that it wouldn't end that way, these things were unpredictable after all.

Efosa smiled as the cars drove in, each with a number painted on it. He counted four cars and a bike that meant one car was still on its way. He frowned and looked at the numbers painted on the car hoods. "The number three," he wispered to himself, "That's the one I gave Marley," he sighed. He just hoped the big guy wasn't trying to crash the wedding and snatch the bride. Broken hearts were unpredictable hearts. He wondered if he'd crash Adesuwa's own. He frowned and shook his head.

"Hey mister grumpy face, let's go down," Adesuwa said as she pulled on his arm, he couldn't help but get infected by her enthusiasm.

He chuckled as they got on the lift, "you just didn't want to go down the stairs did you," he grinned, if heaven was willing even though he was the worse church goer of the two.

"Are you willing to make a lady sweat," she frowned and it tugged at his heart strings, was she really angry? "what sort of prince charming are you?" She bit back with a smile.

"I never said I was one," he smirked thinking he'd got the final word, his inner man was relieved.

"Too bad, I thought your parents had that idea when they named you Greywulf." She poked his chest, "I'm kinda disappointed you're letting all that royalty go to waste."

Efosa groaned, had he really created a monster in barely three months? He didn't know if he was to be proud or in pain. He chuckled as he got off the platform, maybe he'd just act a bit more princely after all. He bowed a bit and offered her his hand, "after you milady."

Adesuwa inspected his pose. She took his hand and got of the platform, "you seem to still have your culture in your Sir Greywulf," she stuck out her tounge, "I am pleased by this revelation.'

They looked at each other for a while before erupting in laughter.

The door cranked open and they quickly let go of their hands. Two guys and three girls walked into the large space their eyes scanning the whole area except for one of the guys.