Kevin smiled on the other side of the phone and decided to tease her.
"Oh, you wouldn't?"
"And here I was, thinking you were missing me as much as I was missing you."
A smile blossomed on Sasha's face but she acted like she wasn't fazed by his words. "Hmph, liar."
With a grin, he replied. "You know what, I change my mind. I'll head over to your place once I'm done. I'll send you a text to let you know I'm on my way."
"Whatever, it's not like I'll be awake by the time you are done."
Kevin rolled his eyes with a smile. "Okay, just leave the door open if you end up seeing my text."
Since it might be quite late before he returned, Kevin knew that Sasha would lock the door. So if she unlocked the door after seeing his message it would mean that Sasha was still awake and waiting for him to return.
"I won't. I'll be asleep by the time you text me."
"I hope not. Love you, bye." Kevin replied and heard a muffled squeal from Sasha right before he said 'bye'.
On the other side of the phone, Sasha's heart skipped a beat and a smile formed on her face as she floated on cloud nine.
It took her a while to reply but she managed to mutter a coherent response for Kevin.
"B-bye," A small wet patch formed underneath her panties as she replayed what happened last night. She couldn't wait for him to return tonight.
Kevin ended the call before heading towards his place to meet up with Victoria.
He wanted to change his clothes before eating and leaving for the place where the meeting with the rest of the gangster bosses would be held.
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Several hours later, a cluster of vehicles and motorcycles were parked in front of an abandoned warehouse in a secluded spot at the far end of the city.
Several men stood in wait, each of them dressed in a black shirt, trousers and leather jackets that were embroidered with different emblems at the back of their jackets.
They had been waiting for about five minutes now, but the one who set up the meeting had yet to make an appearance, which made everyone furious at the audacity a particular man, Wolfgang, had in calling together four notorious gang bosses to a meeting and making them wait for him.
Wasn't he just too brazen?
Moreover, what angered most of these men, even more, was the fact that Wolfgang had no one under him anymore but still thought that he could act as though he was ranked high among the rest of them.
How stupid could one man be?
Most of them would gladly land a fist or two in his gut and show him where his rightful place was.
The number of men standing and waiting outside was at least six hundred in total, which signified how important Wolfgang claimed the cause for the meeting was.
Each of the four bosses waiting inside the warehouse had at least one hundred and fifty men under them, standing outside.
But just when the men waiting outside thought that Wolfgang wouldn't be coming anymore, a sleek, black BMW drove straight towards them and parked right in front of the warehouse.
Every eyebrow rose, as they scrutinized the shining car parked in front of them.
There was no mistake about it, the one behind the wheels of the car must be someone very important to own such a ride.
But as they eagerly waited for the driver of the car to step out, it turned out to be… Wolfgang?
'What the fuck?'
'Him?'
'Of all people?'
'Why would a man like him be driving such a beautiful car like this?' Most of them thought.
But after seeing him walk to the back seat of the car to open the door for the real owner, a couple of them couldn't help but snicker at the sight of what they were seeing, as a few of them nudged those beside them while saying.
"Hey, it makes sense now right?"
"Of course, the position of a driver suits him more than the owner of such a great car."
While others laughed, some shook their heads in disappointment.
"How the mighty have fallen," A few of them remarked with disgust.
A couple of years back, Wolfgang was known as one of the biggest men in the underground world. A man of great influence and connection. But ever since The King introduced MISTLETOE to the underground world, everyone became addicted to the drug.
And this led to them becoming dependent on Brian Stark for more drugs.
But Wolfgang was never interested in the drugs from the beginning, and although he tried to encourage his men to do the same, in the end, none of them listened to him.
Their curiosity got the best of them and every one of them ended up wasting the little amount of money they had in their savings to buy a gram of mistletoe.
Mistletoe might be cheaper to buy in the underground world than cocaine, but it still wasn't easy to purchase one.
But once a person had a taste of it once, it was difficult to move on to something else.
Difficult but not impossible.
In the end, some of Wolfgang's men ended up joining other gangs when they noticed they didn't share the same interest in Mistletoe as Wolfgang, unlike other gang bosses.
And to survive in the underground world, power, riches and influence were the most important things to consider.
But without these three, a person was just like everyone else and no one wanted to follow someone of the same caliber as them.
"So, who is the one that truly owns the car?" One of the gangsters voiced out his thoughts.
"I don't know man. Just keep quiet and let me get a good look at his face," The other gangster replied, shoving a few people away who were obstructing his view of the car.
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