Making love in the devil's arms ( mature content in it)

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Jake's pov****
Sipping on to the beer...I still find no clarity in my thought process. How can Demitri mess things up like this. A single witness can jeopardize our strategy. I look towards the window on the airplane. The dark luminous dusky clouds sprawled all over the sky just like my mind. I look towards my watch, 4 o clock. Half an hour more.
Suddenly my phone buzzed raking me out of my tranquil solitary confinement of thoughts. Dad?
"Yes dad..." I huffed. "Well why do you say it like that." A scratchy voice whined . Ah not again. "Dad what did I say now...god please stop acting like a child." I dont want to start this drama again. A momentary silence made me worried. "Dad?" He just scoffed. "Well let me get to the point now....Maximillian wants to negotiate....the profit crops dealership ...It's on....we just need to grow em and extract em...rest that hell of a jerk that Max is will do...we still will be the largest producer." My brows creased at the information. There is something wrong with this because nobody does this without a reason...The help Maximillian is lending us....I think we are making a deal with the devil.

The rest of the ride was over like a second. The Audi was there before I reached. Demitri must know.

The light of dusk slowly intensified till the sky was in the shade of a deep blue. I quickly messaged Demitri that I will be there in 15 mins. My men in black suits sit motionless with a passive expression. Haah. Is this what I wanted to be? My heart twisted in a painful swirl. I remember that night when we..me and my dad were dragged in the dark alleys of crime. We had to do this because we had no other choice. I lost my mom and sister but I found a new me. The murderer me..The criminal me...heaven knows that I tried ..but survival demands you to do stuff that you never knew you could ever do.

The movement of the car ceased...Indicating that we have reached our destination. The large iron gates were parted wide for us to get in. It was almost five. I put the jacket on me and the mahogany doors were instantly opened by my only friend...Demitri ... We hugged and when I entered the main hall an amazing fragrance of chocolate pancakes greeted my nose. I stomach instantly growled...I realized how hungry I was. "That's an amazing smell ...Maria is good isn't she?" Demitri smirked..."It ain't Maria...its her...Rose....apparently the boys became so hungry that she pitied us and made some food for us...she is kinds good at it."....he smiles....Oh no no..."Demitri? Are you...blushing?" I teasingly poked him with my elbow. He just glared and made his way towards the kitchen. I plumped into the sofa shaking my head.

The boys greeted me one by one...they were in a jovial mood. "Well whats the reason for this jolly mind boys." I smirked at them. "Good food makes you feel good." Chace gave me a toothy grin. The rest followed him with their version of food and mood connection. "Why don't you go and meet her...she is kinda hot..." Nathan commented. I raise a brow at him. "And damn...she can cook." Derek added. I noticed Demitri glaring at them. Well there is something cooking up in his mind. "Cool...let me also talk to this hot cook that you've got." I said as I got up from yhe sofa and made my way towards the kitchen.

She sat at the corner of the kitchen island. Her long dark hair covered her face as she hung her head low. An unusual feeling made me think.

She did not realize that I was there so I startled her by knocking on the stone kitchen island counter. Her eyes immediately shot up to me but again she hung her head low. Her eyes...seems so familiar....but I cant just put my finger on it.
I dismissed the immediate thought that invaded my find...
Well its impossible.
I nudged her to look up at me ... A brotherly feeling rushed to me .
After a tiny chat...I felt my stomach growl...damn I am really hungry. I asked her if she could give me some left overs.
Her face instantly lit up. She scurried around the kitchen leaving me with my own thoughts.

She placed a hot bowl of Ratatouille in front of me. No. Its my favorite. After muttering a toothy thanks I dog in the sliced vegetables and gravy and the taste pulled me on the verge of tears. I close my eyes...and the darkness took me down the meemory lane. My mom.

This is some dangerous mystery thats weaving on itself.