His Entertainer

Chapter 43

CORA TYSON POV.

I sighed deeply as I parked my car and wondered how blinded Hermann could be. I picked up a conversation with Roberto today morning he promised not to harm him, but the fact that he has been asking to see Ivy more than begging for his life is insane.

I walked inside Hermann's mansion, finding Carlos. He stood stiff when he saw me, Carlos Maxwell was tall, athletic, and too positive supposed. Not to mention the best chef and probably the most naive I have come across with, what a lucky day I thought as I smirked.
"Where's everyone?" I asked, pressing my handbag on the table.
"Out," he said, handing me a glass of juice, "they have leads," he finished.
" Why aren't you with them?" I asked again after I took a sip.
"Morgan can't be alone," spoken like a true guardian.
" Is there anything to eat?" I asked, "I'm starving, " I said, and he immediately jumped, "actually there is. "
When he shoulded his way to the kitchen, I slided two glass of wine and took out the bottle from my bag, then filling them. Seeing Carlos alone was an advantage, so I drugged his glass.
It was about ten minutes when he popped up with a tray, "what's the occasion?" He asked as he threw his eyes at the table.
"Nothing, I just wanted to have a glass, and I thought maybe you could join." I grinned
" I would love to, but I have to pass. I'm sorry, " he denied politely.
" It's very rude to turn down a woman, Carlos," I said, shrugging. He froze, glaring at the two glasses, and shot a quick stare at me.
"Just a glass, right?" He asked.
"Just a glass," I assured, and he took a place opposite, hesitated for a bit, but took a sip.
"May I ask you something?" He spoke in thin air.
"Shot it," I allowed.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
I froze and frowned slightly, "what do you think?"
"I know you're not dump. Doesn't this Ivy matter disturb you?" He mentioned.
"There's a difference between a queen and a whore Carlos " I answered arrogantly.
I could see him struggling to clear his sight, "Queens fight to survive while whores fuck there way out" I added as I shoved a fork with spaghetti in my mouth, chewing before I took a sip of my wine.
"What is happening?" he asked as his sight became completely burry and his head towelling.
"The thing is whores give birth to basterds and queens heirs" I said as Carlos fell from his chair.
"A queen's legacy continues while a whore's vanishes" I said as I stood on my feet.
"You did something to me" he tried to craw but it was a failed act.
"Those who mistakes a whore for a queen deserves there heads on spikes" I spoke as I walked towards him.
"Your no queen" his tone accusatory.
My eyes flashing with anger, I stared down on him, he gunts trying to move his heavy body, "power is power, the one who holds it, is the queen and I'm surely that "

Then I walked through him, leaving him on the floor helplessly. I walked my way upstairs to the room I guessed Morgan might be there.
"Who are you?" She asked as she turned to me.
"I'm a fairly who will fly you straight to your daughter" I answered.
"You know where Ivy is?" She asked desperately.
"Come with me" I offered.
"Why should I trust you?" She paused.
"Lady I didn't ask you too, the choice is yours" I said as I turned and, "Wait" she called out.
"I'm coming with you " quickly she said behind me.

"Good"

NORMAN POV.

"It's a risky plan, but once it hits, it's a jackpot," I tried to convince. None of them seemed into it, "we have lost many of our own," they claimed.
"And we'll lose our leader if we don't act now " I said as they both listened attentively but I was highly aware of Genevieve following every movement I made from hand gestures to my less-than-perfect stride.
"So it's Claide then?" Richard asked for reassurance.
"It's not like we have much of a choice," Miguel answered.
"It's done." I pinned it up.
"Perfect," Genevieve said as her eyes unconsciously strayed to me. "Sounds wonderful...." She began.
"You get Claide," I told her.
As people departed, I gathered my papers and sealed my briefcase. "Can we talk?" She spoke behind me in a whisper.
"I don't remember having any unfinished business with you," I didn't bother to turn.
"You have been so rude, Norman," she said. And I finally turned giving her a private grin, "have I?"
"Please, let's talk." she sounded desperate now.
"Honestly, I am completely uninterested," I spoke in a low tone before walking out.


CLAIDE RODRIGUEZ POV.

"For fucks sake-"

I frowned as I was just about to thrust my dick inside a hot Los Angelas chick and my phone rung.
"Hold on, baby," I whispered before I teased her with the tip of my dick.
"This better be important." I roared the minute I picked up the call.
" Or what?" A female voice spoke on the other end, the one that challenges me, the only one that i know by heart, and I froze, "Jen?" I asked surprisingly.
"Hi Claide," she finally answered after a pause.
My heart nearly stopped, "how are you, Jen?" .
"Surviving," she said, I could hear the breaking down of her voice."Fuck, it's been so long" she said.
"It has, baby girl," I said, slowly said sighing.
"Claide we need you" she said in thin air, "fuck no," I refused dryly.
" Claide, please, Hermann needs you back," she convinced.
"Did he say that?" I asked.
"Claide-"
"Did he fucking say that?" I interrupted.

"No," she spoke in a low tone,"he can't say it because his capture by Roberto."
"What?"
" It's a long story, but we need you back," she said.
" I'm sorry, Jen, I can't come back," I refused again.
"This is family calling," she reminded, "please answer," she begged before the call ended. I frowned.

"I'm craving for you," said the woman, lying on my bed.
"I'm sorry sweetie gotta pass today," I told her before handing her the cash.
"You don't know what you are missing," she teased.
"Trust me, I don't care. " I answered calmly.

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