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The Mafia Monk By Lady Prim Characters: 10543

Updated: 2019-01-10 22:17

Demyan Point of View

"What happened with the spies that were planted by Valdimir? Do we have any of them?" My voice was authoritative and commanding like always. This is how I speak; rude and controlling.

I'm happy to be getting to my usual pose again.

"Oh, you will be surprised at the number." Egor smirked and leaned against the chair in a comfortable arrangement. I looked up at him with a raised eyebrow for further explanation. His eyes were burning for the sight of blood and I understood that there are more than expected weeds in the gang.

No, I need to come up with some other plan, not to eliminate the spies but using them as I wish. Something unexpected. Something dangerous.

"There's something more to the story, Egor." I stated confidently and gave the pen drive to him and asked him to make changes in the security relating to shipment ports.

"True. There are few missing puzzles here. I don't think all the efforts are just to take your throne." I have the same feeling too. What Egor was thinking was the same I'm thinking too.

There's clearly something more to the story and this is one of the reason I have to get rid of Zinnia from my life before she becomes their target.

I sighed massaging my head with my fingers and closed my eyes for a moment. I'm positive that this date will set few screws straight in her brain.

I hope it does.

"Come let's see how Ms. Crazy is fairing up between the hazardous criminals outside." Egor suddenly said excitingly like he was gifted with a fortune on Christmas.

Why the hell is he excited to see her, damn it?!

I narrowed my eyes on him and gave him a pointed look but that doesn't seem to deter him as his smile widened and clapped his hands in enthusiasm.

Okay... What is going on here?

Why is he so enthusiastic?

"Why are smiling like that?" I asked with many doubts swamping in my mind. Intrigued by his sudden interest in the girl he feared till a day before, I leaned forward on the table and took a pen spinning it in between my fingers.

"Are you somehow interested in her?" My hand was clutching the pen in a dead grip and unknowingly my words came out gritted.

He cannot be interested in her. Can he?

Egor is too... hyper in many angles and he cannot like a person like Zinnia who is over-hyper. They don't match each other. He cannot tackle her in the pointed times.

Not to mention, Egor is a softie in interests of sex and Zinnia looks like she can even go berserk at her first try. They don't even fit in terms of an important division called sex.

How it would be to have... No No No!

Never. Do not get distracted Demyan!

Since Zinnia is a maniac, she needs someone who listens to her even though he doesn't want to. He needs to balance her craziness with his calm composure. That person should compensate the noise pollution she creates with his mute silence.

"Does it matter if I am?" He said quite seriously but I can also see a hint of smirk on his face.

Really now?

He cannot be interested in her.

She's Zinnia. She's mental girl. She's a maniac. She's a nut-loose. She's too good. She's too pure for him.

e what you are aiming for. I would say it is when the situation you are preparing for and that which turned out are quite opposite. It's one thing to fail but it is beyond annoying to be thrown in an unexpected position.

"Oh but one of them said that in the gambling places, they would give a fake name there to prevent their identities. I thought it was cool and I suggested naming them in colorful fake names. That person in the corner is red and that... that man who was holding a sack is yellow. He is orange, that man is brown, that man beside yellow is green. You also want to participate, Mr. Monk? You can be pink." Her eyes were shining in great exhilaration when she was telling me her brilliant naming patterns.

I heard Egor's laugh from the door and I scowled at him. I was already annoyed and on the verge of exploding like a volcano and now this fool is laughing at me.

I'm pink?

Grrr, One of the coming days she may even paint my f***ing nails. Darn it.

"Shut up Egor or else you will be baby pink or peach." I gritted slowly in his ear making sure Zinnia could not hear it and his face ceased amusement replaced by horror.

"Zinnia –" I was about to tell her that we need to go now but one of the men's question stopped me.

"Ms. White, Are you boss's girl friend?" Orange, I mean Fredrick, asked with an anticipating smile. Argh, not this again!

"Yes. But I'm not going to marry him. He's going to marry me." She said smiling widely and turned towards me whispering, "See, I did not tell anyone that I'm marrying you like I promised in the carnival. Are you happy?"

I slapped my face hardly and rubbed in great infuriation. I was inch away to bang my head on the nearest wall.

She will be my death one day for sure. Zinnia Mae White is my worst enemy.

I cannot just... I can't... I - Grrr!

Expected : Terrified, fled away Zinnia

Result : A hosting of fist talent show

Date 1 – Fail.

Time to plan date-2. And this time I will make sure to make a successful plan. I've underestimated Zinnia and I will not make the same mistake twice.


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