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She walks up the stairs, her heartbeat measured. The gothic woman is not worried or afraid, even though she is about to meet the second founder of a mafia organisation called Valorant. The American woman was her friend for many years, but that didn't stop her from inviting her into her territory to talk.
The footsteps of heavy boots grow louder and the journey is almost over. They agreed to meet, away from prying eyes, in the Turk's Coffee Shop, one of the safe zones not only for the owner but also for the co-founder.
- I'm glad you chose this place,- Hazal lifted one corner of her lips as she saw a woman with a short haircut sitting imposingly on a chair in a separate room. She was dressed in a black suit, the matching waistcoat and tie creating the illusion that the shirt was not white, but a stark contrast. The flip-flop on her leg suggested a quiet, friendly conversation, which meant work was out of the question.
- I didn't want to attract too much attention, so how are you living in Connecticut? I hope little Tala likes it here... heard you killed one of our men for her, Chambers,- the Turk took a seat at the table opposite her friend, who frowned as she twirled the ring on her right pinkie, "nice of you to kill the boy for a good night's entertainment. He wasn't particularly good, more of a nuisance. So I would like to express my gratitude and, as a reward, offer you a place in our organisation.
Goth continued to smile defiantly, watching her face. There was not even a cup of coffee for her on the table, just a glass of water. The guest had not originally come here for small talk or even friendly conversation. She had decided from the start to offer to join their organisation, again. How many times had she been asked to join and take charge of the Turkish section? It must have been about forty-six times, if anyone had dared to count, when the Turk finally broke down and agreed to the tempting security.
- I thought you cared about this guy and his adopted son,- the words were followed by a chuckle and a tilt of the head to the left.
- You didn't give me an answer, I have to be there in an hour, so make up your mind. It's now or never,- Sabina, that was the woman's name, was not only lying to this lady, but also to herself. She would hardly want to lose the chance to get a bounty hunter in her ranks who was a potential threat to them. Why kill something you can get and use for your own benefit? Besides, they'd been good friends since their days of peace.
- If it's a matter of principle for you, then my answer is yes. I want you to ensure Tala's complete safety,- I reach for the glass of cool water so that I can drink it at my leisure in a minute's time, leaving the empty vessel on the wooden surface.
- I'll send you the address of the rendezvous point, just wait for it, okay? We'll meet in a week, you can bring the little one,- Dr Kallas gets up and walks past the goth with a smile. The woman rests her palm on his muscular shoulder and pats him on the back, "It was nice to see you, let's have a drink next time".
Fade forgives her friend for such insolent behaviour. It wasn't the only time she'd forgiven such antics, but there was nowhere else to go, because she understood how busy Callas could be and how much business could pile up on her desk in her office. And that was just counting the paperwork that required Viper's personal attention. The woman didn't even trust her own secretary with half of her work, only her partner and ally Liam. Brimstone was one of the people the old snake could turn to for help when she really needed it.