"If he is refusing to open his mouth and not ready to spill the beans on where my goods have been slipped to, just pick out his nails. If he still remains silent, sprinkle some salt." A nonchalant voice sounded in the still atmosphere of the car.
The driver shifted uncomfortably in his seat, as he was still not used to the way his boss, who looked so serene like water, could give out such cruel commands in such a jovial voice.
His eyes unconsiously drifted to the gracefully passive man sitting in the backseat.
Keith Greystone.
Venomous, emotionally impenetrable, and sociopathic Mafia boss of the Greystone Family.
The Greystone family consisted of refined scum like Keith. They can smile gracefully, facing a person while twisting the knife in their stomach at the same time.
"Now, get going. I don't need to train each of you on my own daily, right?" The voice was still calm and patient, but the words were laced with a hidden warning.
His ethereal face was unlike the rough face people assume the mafia has. Keith could be described as an exquisite and polished beauty.
Bow-shaped lips, which were red like a Chrysanthemum, thick well well-defined eyebrows, with bushy eyelashes, neatly gelled black hair, with cat-like deep, dark, and smoldering eyes, Keith has the potential to participate in the world's most handsome men ranking. His chiselled jaw with no beard made his delicate side stand out even more.
Beautiful in a way that disarms, he possessed the kind of allure that made women eager to follow his lead.
But it wasn't just women; his charm transcended boundaries, drawing the attention of men as well.
"Find a convenience store nearby," Keith ordered in his usual languid voice.
"Yes, sir." The driver replied and soon drove to a nearby convenience store.
Disembarking the car, Keith fixed the coat of his business suit. His tall stature attracted the attention of many of the passing women.
Tall legs, narrow waist, broad shoulders, and the biceps, which became apparent even at the slightest curl.
If not for bodyguards alighting from the car behind Keith, one of the women might have come up to him asking for his number.
Keith was used to the attention he was getting. He was a fine masterpiece of god sent to earth, just to purify the soul of these women who can only look at him from afar and lust after him.
Right now, though, he needed his dark chocolate. The bitter taste of unrefined cocoa beans could remind him of his goal and that he was still alive.
Walking inside the store, he headed straight to the chocolate section and found a single piece of the dark chocolate bar of his brand lying on the rack.
'Even the heavens are tempted by my beauty, to the point they left just a single chocolate bar for me.' He thought in a good mood as he walked up to the rack and extended his hand to hold it.
Till another pair of pale hands grabbed the right end of the chocolate bar.
Oh god. Not again. Not another woman 'accidentally' liking the dark chocolate.
What then?
'I want your number.'
'We share so much in common, let's exchange contact.'
Keith sighed inwardly, 'Looks like I will have to use one of my weapons.'.
With an innocuous look, he turned to look at the woman, and his breathing hitched.
Sinfully beautiful. Irresistibly striking. Those were the only words he could think of as he stared into the pair of ocean blue eyes.
Blonde was the most common type of woman he had been, to the extent that he became bored with them and hadn't dated them in ages, however, Keith accepted that the woman was made for blonde hair.
Maybe his next playdate would be a blonde, but not the one in front of him. She was... too innocent. Even he who has dated many couldn't keep his eyes off her.
What pulled him more, though, was her pair of blue eyes, which seemed to have the power to convey what was inside her heart.
His eyes unconsiously lowered to her cherry red lips, which suddenly parted slightly, and for a moment, just for a moment, he wanted to close the distance between them and check how they tasted.
"Chocolate." Her voice was like a melody played by an angel from heaven, bringing his attention back to her eyes that were focused on his lips as well.
"Yes?" He questioned softly, holding back the smile forming on his face. Yet the way his eyes twinkled attracted her stare.
For a moment stilled and neither of them spoke.
Unsaid. Unspoken words were shared, but both of them were restricted by the invisible boundary, which neither of them dared to cross.
"I had picked chocolate first." Her voice brought Keith out of his daze.