Trouble in paradise (official)

Chapter 65 "Ghost."

"Right this way sir, your guest has been expecting you."

"Thank you."

Hanma trails the hostess to the rear of the beautiful restaurant. The vibrant atmosphere of people conversing and enjoying themselves surrounds him, pushing his anxiety to the side. As he strolls through, his phone vibrates in his pocket. Glancing down, he sees a text message from Ran.

Bestie Ran💋🥴: You sure you don't need backup?

He smirks and nonchalantly slips his phone back into his pocket. As he moves forward, the lively atmosphere loses its charm, being replaced by a ghost from his past, someone he believed he had left in the dust years ago. The air thickens with tension as he faces the unexpected. However, he knows deep down that confronting this memory head-on is the only way to maintain the peace he has fought so hard to achieve in his life. There was no choice, but to sit down with the devil himself.

"Well well well, don't you look handsome today?"

"Shut up bitch," Hanma snaps, yanking back his chair and sitting in it. Folding his arms he scans the room, ensuring the man in front of him came alone.

"Oh?"

"Let's get this over with. I'm already irked that I have to even do this with you right now."

"Heheh." The gentleman looked so pleased to see his friend sitting in front of him after all these years. He could hardly contain his excitement when he saw him step from behind the beautiful hostess.

"Can I offer you gentlemen a drink?"  A waiter says holding up a bottle of wine. "This is our 1947 Cheval Blanc. Would you two like a taste of it?"

"Ooo, 1947?"

"Yes sir, that is correct.

"Yes, I would love a glass," he grins, showcasing a radiant smile that highlights the sparkle of the diamonds in his mouth. The waiter nods and starts pouring his drink into the wine glass next to him.

"And for you sir?"

"No thank you." Hanma spat, raising his hand as he stared daggers into the tall man before him. He could feel his blood start to boil with each second.

"Alright, I'll be taking my leave then. Please enjoy your stay."

"Thank you."

The waiter bows and exits the room, quietly making his way back up to the front. The man smiles, lifting the glass by the stem. He gives it a delicate swirl, savoring the aroma before indulging in a sip of his wine.

"Oh, this is reaaal good shit right here."

"Shut the fuck up."

"Dayumm,  I don't even get a hug after all these years, Pookie?"

"You know why the fuck I'm here Ty. So let's cut the little bullshit-ass charades you're playing. Tell me why you're out here putting shit into Lani's head? She has nothing to do with the beef between us."

"Lani?" Ty pretends to ponder as he tilts his head. "Lani.......Mhmmm..... Lani hmmm."

"You know who the fuck I'm talking about."

"Lani—————-Lani. " He snaps his fingers, figuring it out. "Oh! The cute feisty little ginger snap I met a couple of weeks ago? Good heavens! Did she belong to you? I had no Idea--

"You want me to kill you now or later," He slams his fist on the table. "You got one more fuckin time to sit here and try to play in my face bitch. Start talkin before I fuck you up. I'm dead-ass, Ty."