Trouble in paradise (official)

Chapter 77 " Sweetest pie" 👿😈🔥

"Aht Aht, keep your hands out of my food!" Sanzu snaps, slapping Benkei's hand away from his cake.

"Why? You not about to sit here and eat all this."

"You don't know what the fuck Ima do. Just keep your hands out of my shit, he slumps down in the booth folding his arms." All of these are for Lani," he says pointing his fork. "Every single one of them. I don't need your nasty fingers all up in it."

"So, you're telling me she's about to eat all this? You have like three of these on your tray, greedy ass."

"She likes all three, is that a fucking crime?"

Benkei sits back in the booth, stirring his drink before taking a sip of it. "You know what if I just—— flipped this shit on the floor," he teases.

"Wanna try it and find out? Go ahead knock this shit off the table, I dare you. I'll hop over this muthafuka so fucking quick and bust your shit in."

"Look I ain't no bitch. You not about to sit here and punk me."

"You fucking started with me and now you wanna play victim cuz I threatened to fuck you up? That's kinda pussy, even for you Benkei."

"Fuck me up OVER SOME CAKE?"

"Over some muthafuckin cake. So, would you like to fuck around and find out?" He smiles, tilting his head. "I ain't pistol whip a bitch in a hot minute."

"Nah you got it." I'm not dealing with y'all's bullshit today."

Sanzu grumbles, slipping his gun back into his pocket with a frustrated huff. "That's what the fuck I thought."

Benkei chuckles but senses the tension beneath Sanzu's words. "And here I thought we were getting closer."

"I don't do bonding. Not with you fuckers. You're lucky I can actually tolerate you unlike the rest of the lazy fucks in this house."

As the waitress approaches, placing down two elaborate milkshakes adorned with cake pieces, sprinkles, chocolate drizzle, and strawberries, Benkei thanks her with a nod. "Well, I guess I should feel honored not to be on your shit list," he remarks, but there's a hint of concern in his voice as he notices Sanzu's anxious demeanor.

His agitation is painfully obvious as he checks the door and his watch repeatedly. Benkei's laughter is a weak attempt to ease the tension. "Hey, Rindou said they left a few minutes ago. You can stop driving yourself crazy. They'll be here."

Sanzu's smirk is strained, his eyes betraying his anxiety. "I'm just making sure those shitty drivers drop them off at the right spot," he replies, his arms folding tightly across his chest.

"Someone's eager?" Benkei teases, trying to lighten the mood.

"Yeah, I'm eager to get the fuck outta here and give her a piece of my mind for ignoring my fucking calls for weeks. Once she sets foot in here, I'm lighting her ass up. She's got me fucked up thinking she can just ignore my calls. I pay for that phone!"

"Bruh, it's been weeks... let it go. Can't they just enjoy the plans we made for them today?" Benkei pleads, sensing the storm brewing within Sanzu. "I mean that's why we did set all this shit up, right?"

With a smirk that exudes pride, Sanzu asserts, "They can, after I say what needs to be said. See, that's why y'all have issues that I don't have, 'cause I don't tolerate the bullshit. You gotta keep these girls on a short leash so they stay in line."

"Uh short leash huh," Benkei sighs, glancing at Sanzu's melting shake. "You might wanna finish that before it turns into a puddle," he says softly, hoping to distract him from his building frustration.