Few hours later, the result from the DNA test was sent to Tristan.He stood in his private room, the result in his hand. He was afraid to look inside the sheet just yet as he prepared himself for the worst.When he was certain that he was ready to look inside, he got the sheet from the envelope and opened it.His eyes scanned the content of the paper and slowly, it slipped out of his fingers and floated to the ground. Tristan gasped as he gently sat on the bed, looking so shocked.The DNA result came out positive. Layla was his mother.He stared into space for what seemed like eternity. He couldn't believe it and yet, it was true. Very true.He ran his palms nervously on his hair, really dumbfounded. His mother has always been one call a away. She has always been where he could reach her.A mother who abandoned him when he was little. His hatred bursted out into the surface. He needed to send her away. Immediately.**Samantha paced about in her room, dialling a mom's line. She was s
Matteo came into the room after knocking. He met Tristan standing in front of the window. He bowed and looked at him. "Boss..""What? What is it?" Tristan asked without sparing him a glance."A massage came from Italy.""I'm in no mood for business. Business is closed till further notice." "Boss ...""I can't remember the last time I told you you can suggest or question my orders, Matteo." Tristan cut in, his voice cold.Matteo quickly bowed. "I'm sorry boss. I didn't mean to be persistent. I will take my leave now." Matteo left the room and Tristan turned away from the window. He was thinking hard on what to do. He knew Samantha could be in danger because of him but then,he had another pressing matter he needed to attend to.He didn't know how to face Layla, hiw newly founded mother. He didn't know if he still had the strong hate for her or not but one thing was sure.He would never be able to accept her. Never.There was another knock on the door and Tristan glared angrily at the
"You are a dominant." Gianna said again staring deeply into Tristan's eyes.Tristan stared back at her, shrugged his shoulder. "Does that bother you? Are you too big to surrender in bed?" He asked her, touching the sides of ger breasts.Gianna inhaled sharply and nodded. "You can't toe me up this way. You have to get it off." She whispered.Tristan chuckled and looked at her. "You are already dripping wet down there." Hr whispered into her ear and nibbled softly at her lower lips.Gianna moaned when his hand slid down between her legs. She spread them wider, her face heated with the burning desires to be touched.Tristan, seeing her submission processed with his touch. He gathered her into his arms, kissed her madly on the lips. His hands moved over to her breasts, cupped them and muddled them between his fingers.He has never seen anyone who has such creamy and elegant breast. The sight was maddening and he couldn't resist the huge to bend and take a sip from her pink taunt nipples.
Samantha shook her head and laughed. "No. That's not possible, it can't be. No." She said, moving away from Tristan. "My brother will never do that. He's not capable of such thing! No!" "You have to calm down." Tristan admonished.Samantha turned around to look at him. "Do you even know what you are saying? Kidney? Killing people and taking out their kidney? That's a lie. It's not true.""Okay. You said you followed them? Where exactly did you see them?""Underground...they came out to the waterside and some men down there, waiting" Samantha answered."What were they carrying? Did you see them carrying anything as you followed them?" Tristan asked again and Samantha nodded."The food flask." "What do you think was inside that food flask? Don't tell me you thought it was food. You think those men waiting came to get food from your brother who passed through the underground to deliver? Come on Samantha, think. What do you think is inside the food flask?" Samantha gasped as realisatio
"You sounded so sure." Layla said, looking at Gianna.Gianna blinked and looked away. "I'm just giving you the support and courage that you need, I don't want you to lose hope just yet.""Thank you, Gianna. Thank you so much. You are the daughter I never had." Layla said with a smile.Gianna smiled at the woman. "I want to tell you something though."Layla nodded, listening."I don't think I can stay here anymore. Yeah. I need to leave." Layla was immediately sad and surprised. "Why? What happened?" She asked."Nothing happened. I just wanna go see my mom. I've missed her so much and she needs me." Gianna mumbled a reply.Layla nodded and looked away. "Your mother must be so lucky to have a daughter like you. Are you ever gonna come back?" Gianna smiled and shrugged. "Yeah. Maybe to see you. Will you still be here?" She asked.Layla thought about the question and shrugged. "I have no home, Gianna. I have no family to go to. I will be here for as long as the boss will have me."Gian
"Thank you." Samantha mumbled as she disengaged from the embrace."I got you some beverages, somethings you will be needing here." Tristan said, pointing at the shopping bags on the table."Thank you, Tristan but I won't really be needing them that much." Samantha replied."Why?""I called my mother, I told her to get me out of here." Tristan stared at her. "Isn't that dangerous? You shook have waited for some days before making that call.""I know but I'm just scared. I can't stay here anymore. It's scaring." Tristan shrugged. "I understand. Be careful.""Thanks. I also called Ethan Welch, my manager.""Why did you call him?" Tristan asked."To report my family." Samantha replied.Tristan sighed and walked towards the window. "I didn't ask you to do that. Why would you give your such information?"Samantha glared at him. "I don't understand you, Tristan. This has everything to do with me and it's just right that I do what's right." Tristan turned to look at her. "You do not know t
Tristan left Leah's room, pissed off. He saw Layla walking towards the stairs and stopped.He stared at her as she walked. His mother.She was beautiful and young despite the poor care of her body.He quickly turned away when Layla turned to look at him. She walked towards him and bowed.Tristan couldn't look at her but he wanted to ask her one thing; why she abandoned him at the orphanage. Why she let him go at that tender age."Boss ...""Where's Gianna?" Tristan cut her short."She left." Layla replied.Tristan was taken aback. He stared at her. "Left? Where did she go to?""She went back home. Washington DC." Layla replied.Tristan blinked and looked away. "I see...I will be heading out now." Layla stared at him as he left. She could feel it in her mind that all was not well. She went after him. "Boss..."Tristan snapped around angrily. "Yes? What do you want? What is it!"Layla moved back, startled at the outburst. "I'm sorry boss but I wanted to ask you if you were alright. Y
Gianna sighed unbelievably. "I can't believe it, Nicholas. You?""Yes, Gianna. I'm sorry for hiding it from you. I was only following his orders. We became friends too soon and it made me realize I had to make my own decisions."Gianna sighed and shook her head. " What's your decision? Are you going to continue working for those murderers?"" No, on the contrary. I will try and get away from this hellhole and make a living for myself." Nicholas replied and Gianna smiled." I'm proud of you, Nick. Soon enough, they are going to pay for all they've done."When the call had ended, Gianna went out of her room and found her mother in the small living room, mending a basket.She walked closer to the woman and sat beside her. "Mom," She began, "I've decided to give Dad a second chance."Tracy smiled at her and nodded. " I know you, Gianna. I know you have a good heart and that you will forgive him." Gianna shrugged. " Everyone deserves a second chance in life. So, when are we going?"" Tomm