"Wake up, Rory," I laugh, throwing random objects at her while sitting on a chair that's next to her bed. Who knew throwing stuff at Ivory would be fun?

"I fucking hate you," she groans, rolling onto her stomach.

"Ouch," I say with no emotion, "my feelings have been bruised and utterly beat up by your rude choice of words, my love."

"Good, now piss off," she grumbles. Hmm, wasn't she practically begging me yesterday to let her come on the mission?

"Okay, then," I exaggeratedly sigh, "I guess you won't be joining us on the mission." I hold back a smile when she quickly sits up.

"I don't recall me saying I don't want to join," she says, standing up. "You sure?" I laugh and throw another object at her as she walks into the bathroom.

"I'll drown you!" she yells from the bathroom. Is that suppose to be a threat? For some reason, I don't think she's joking.

"Sure you will!" I shout back. She probably will if I'm being honest.

After ten minutes, she finally comes out of the bathroom. "I don't even want to know why it takes you ten minutes to freshen up," I mumble under my breath.

"I need to go to the toilet, brush my teeth, wash my face, then brush my hair. All of that equals ten minutes," she shrugs.

I look her up and down as she walks past me. "Are you wearing my clothes?" Oh, she definitely is.

"I don't know," she tilts her head a bit, "am I, Kylian?" I change my mind about having a human decency. She can stay at her house that got invaded by Russians.

"Your outfit is in the closet, just get ready for the mission, yeah?" I want her to join but she's already hurt. I just have a feeling something will happen to her.

"Outfit? You picked out my outfit?" she asks with a blank look on her face. "No, Isiah did," I huff, resting my legs on the desk.

"He's back?" she murmurs to herself, walking into the walk-in closet as she ties her hair. Unfortunately. I hate the guy.

"Why aren't you getting ready?" she asks from the closet. "Because I'm already ready," I say in a duh tone.

The mission is simple, we catch up with the cargo ship with jet skis, throw a ladder over, climb up, kill all of them then throw their guns and mags into our bags.

It's a cargo ship but only one crate holds their shipment so we have to find that first. To me, it doesn't sound hard at all, but I still have a feeling that somethings going to go wrong.

Once she comes out in the same outfit as me, my eyes travel up and down her body. Ew, we're matching.

"You don't look too bad yourself," she shrugs, tucking a pistol into her belt. I glance down at my black cargo pants and crew neck.

"I didn't say you look good," I make known, standing up. "You didn't have to," she smiles mockingly at me.

"Let's just go," I grumble and walk out of the room, her trailing behind me. Thank God we won't be in the same car, I just know being with her will be a pain in my ass.

"Let's just go," she mimics me under her breath. She really is something, isn't she?

"How are we planning on stealing their gun and mags?" she asks, looking up at me. Am I really that tall or she just small?

"It's in one crate, we need to find that first," I start, "then the guns and mags will be box's so we empty them in bags and take them with us."

"Fuck, that's cool," she whispers to herself before looking at me again, "Can I take pics? You know, for memories."

I must have a hearing problem because I swear I just heard her ask to take pictures. What is she? The Scream guy?

"Yeah, no," I shake my head with a blank look, stepping outside with her. I still can't believe she wanted to take pictures.

"Who's that?" she points to my lead guard. "Elio," I answer simply.

He's been with me ever since I became the mafia leader and he's in my inner circle. I'm not one to trust a lot of people, but I can trust him with my life.

He's accompanied me on missions, helped me during gunfights and doesn't ask a lot of questions. Which is great, because people who do are annoying.

"Yeah, I don't like him, and I told him that yesterday," she says bluntly, walking down the stairs. "I don't know what you mean, he's great," I shrug and just after I reply, he sticks his middle finger up at her.

"Great, huh?" she scoffs. I think he's even greater for doing that if you ask me.

I take a glance around to see many black SUVs and my men and women gearing up. We've been planning this for about a month, it has to go well.

"You look hot," Bella blurts out, looking at Ivory. "I'll look even hotter at our wedding," she retorts.

"Hmm, you two aren't getting married," Kylo cuts in, throwing his arm around Bella. Sorry, Kylo, but they are. "Shush, yes we are," Ivory rolls her eyes. See.

Kylo opens his mouth to talk but Elio cuts him off. "We're all good, boss," he informs me, "Here are the earpieces, everyone in the inner circle has one."

He opens his palm revealing two earpieces, one for me and one for Ivory. Even though Isiah isn't in the inner circle, he still has one. Because if I didn't give him one, Ivory would kill me.

"Thanks, Elio. Get the cars ready, we're leaving in five," I order after grabbing the earpieces out of his hand. He nods curtly and walks away.

"In five?" Bella groans, "I wanted food first." Too bad, too sad. I'm just going to pretend I didn't say that.

"Now you made me hungry," Kylo scoffs. "Sorry, love," Bella shrugs before grabbing his black cap and running away. "Catch me if you can!"

"Bye, idiots," he says quickly before running to catch up with her. Once he does, he wraps his arms around her waist, spinning her in the air.

Oh, they're so in love it's fucking painful. Kylo is twenty one and he's known her since he was eighteen, after I introduced him to her.

They started dating when they were both twenty. Is it bad to say that I wish I haven't made them meet each other? Their relationship makes me want to throw up because of how cute they are.

My thoughts stop when I see Isiah and Riley walking towards us. Oh, great. I was hoping Riley would kill him before the mission starts.

"Why are you so tall, it's pissing me off," I hear her say. "I'm not tall, you're just a midget, shut up," Isiah retorts. Yeah, they like each other.

"They like each other," Ivory whispers to me just before they arrive in front us. Can she read minds or something?

"Ivy," Isiah smiles, pulling her into a hug. "Okay, let go now. I don't like hugs," she laughs and he pulls away, rolling his eyes.

Riley glances at me with a slight smirk. "Jealous?" she mouths to me and I flip her off.

My nickname may not make that much sense but it's still better than Ivy. Not that it's a competition.

"I can't wait to take down them fucking Russians, especially after they shot you," he scoffs.

"Awh, you care," Riley places her hand on her heart dramatically. "Shush," he huffs, giving her a little nudge.

"You two are partnered up," I tell them and their faces drop. What? It made sense to put them together.

"Him," Riley cringes, "and me?" She needs to stop acting like she doesn't like him. Ivory already planned their wedding.

"You heard me," I send her a fake smile. "You've got to me kidding me," Isiah groans. "Nope, I'm not. Now, me and Ivory have to go," with that, I drag her away.

"You two both hate each other and I love it," she laughs and I roll my eyes at her comment. Very childish comment, I might add.

Carefully, I lean in and place the the earpiece in her ear. "Does it feel uncomfortable?" I ask her, taking a step back.

"Nope," she answers, clearing her throat. "But I feel like my earpieces are better, you know?" Of course, she had to say something.

"Elio," I call out for him and instantly heads in our direction. "Take her to the car you're in." There's no way in I'm dealing with her sarcastic comments for twenty minutes.

"Sure," he replies, faking his enthusiasm and so does Ivory when she says, "Yay." This is going to be fun.

As they walk off, both of them stick their middle fingers in the air at me. Great, they're exactly alike. He's probably her long lost brother.

I turn around, get into my BMW M5 Comp, and start the car. I'm all by myself, thank God. I'm entering my emo era- again, blaming that on Kylo.

***

I park the car in front of the dock and step out, so does everyone else. Immediately, Ivory walks up to me. I guess my moment of peace has come to an end.

"I'm seriously going on the same jet ski as you?" she scoffs in disbelief. I guess Elio told her. Is that his payback or something?

"Yes," I reply simply, walking towards the jet skis. "Why the fuck would you put me with you?" she almost yells, emphasising you.

Suddenly, I stop and she walks into my back. Can't she watch wheres she going? I turn around, crossing my arms. "You should be loving this."

"And why is that, hmm?" she hums, also crossing her arms. "Because you're so in love me, you fell asleep in my arms," I reply teasingly.

"Reality can be imaginary, Kylian. You hallucinated it," she shrugs. Sorry, what?

"Anyway," she starts before I can reply, "I bet you love that I'm riding on the same jet ski as you."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night," I retort, turning back around and continue walking. "Aka me," I mumble under my breath.

"I heard that," she huffs from beside me. "Good," I shrug. It's not it's a lie. I'm just simply telling the truth.

I look to my left to see that Isiah and Riley have already gotten on their jet ski. "Hold on," he mumbles to her, looking over his shoulder and she tightens her grip around him.

"They're so cute, it pains me," I hear Ivory say and I laugh in response. "Mentally and fucking physically," I add onto her sentence.

She chuckles under her breath, waiting for me to get on the jet ski with crossed arms. "What? I'm not driving that shit."

"Scared, love?" I tease, getting on. "Fuck no," she scoffs taking a seat behind me. Oh, she's scared.

"You're gonna have to hold onto me, Rory," I state the obvious, looking over my shoulder at her.

"Fine," rolling her eyes, she finally wraps her arms around my torso.

"If I somehow drown, I'm blaming it on you," she makes known as I start the jet ski. I'm not surprised.

I turn my head around to look at her and glance at her shoulder. "Move it up and down." I need to make sure she's good. If she's not, it could ruin the whole mission.

"Sure thing, boss," she mumbles under her breath but obliges. "Okay, good," I start driving, splashing water everywhere. Good, right?



ayo mfs can we make this book those type of books with 200k reads while it's still ongoing? thanks 😁👍🏼

my chapters r normally 2k words is that too much words???

word count | 1996