"Who else knows? Is it still just Ten and Lucas?"

Her father nodded, adjusting his seat.


"Good, the less you know, the better." She reached for the door, wanting to open it.

"By the way. Who's the new girl at the table?" Mr. Aiden stops her from leaving.

Gwen rolled her eyes.


"Her name is Fanny. She's the new nurse I told you about."

"Small, fragile girl..."


"It's boring too." She agreed, rolling her eyes again.

"Anyway, keep me updated."

Gwen reassured him and leaned in to kiss his cheek, quickly sliding out of the car.

She was walking briskly, past the security guard, and into the house, but stopped short when she was suddenly confronted by Charles, who just stood there speechless, looking at her.

"Is everything okay? I don't see you there."

He looked at her silently before speaking.

"I just came out. Give me a cigarette."

Gwen frowned.

"You don't smoke."

Charles did not answer for a long time.

Instead, he just continued to nail her in place with his piercing gaze.

"I guess we don't know everything about each other, do we..." His words were slow, deep, and cautious.

Trying not to sound panicked, Gwen just tossed her hair over her shoulder and straightened herself.

"I guess not." She mumbled and quickly made her way through the hall in the house.

---

"Okay, now take a breather." Christian guides Michel as he moves his extended arm, adjusting his shoulder.

Michel hissed in pain, closing his eyes.

Charles and Fanny stood by, watching the doctor constantly instruct Michel.

"How do you feel?"

"Painful."

"Yes, there is a tendency, but it will get better. You really should have come to me sooner. Yes, you were seriously injured, but that doesn't mean you should ignore any other damage. that you may suffer during the attack."

"It does almost no damage." Michel objected.

However, Charles disagreed.

"He would continue to ignore it if I hadn't told him we were going to the infirmary." He openly admits it.

Michel glared at Charles, not liking being lied to.

"Thanks, asshole."

Charles shrugged, completely unaffected.

"If you want to go back to work then you need to be completely healthy."

Christian ignores the exchange and takes off his gloves, telling Michel to put his shirt back on.

"The good news is it's not that bad. You should just do the exercises I just showed you every night. Then you should consider a full recovery in four to six weeks." He explained.

"Why do I have to train every night?"

"You should practice before you go to bed, so your shoulders will rest for a few hours afterward, and don't continue doing other things. I'll show Fanny so she can help you."

Both Michel and Fanny instantly freeze, when their names are called out even though Christian doesn't know what happened between them.

"It's not necessary. I can do it myself." Michel insisted, talking without making eye contact with the girl.

Fanny quickly turned away from them and busied herself with cleaning out the medicine cabinet, not wanting to see the disgust she thought Michel had on his face.

"Very much needed. You need someone to guide and massage your shoulders." Christian answered.

But before Michel had a chance to answer, Carlos entered, quickly followed by Andy clutching his arm to his chest.

"What happened?" Fanny immediately approached them, her voice mixed with worry.

"Fucking bastard punched me, Short Legs. Is it bad?" Andy held out his hand for her to check.

Carlos laughed, stooping with his hands on his knees.

"You're asking for it, Andy. Oh hey, Michel, Charles... Man, you've missed some serious entertainment." He continues to chuckle, finding Michel, Christian, and Charles too busy. Busy watching Andy writhe in pain.

Fanny frowned as she made Andy sit on one of the chairs.

"If he punched you, then why did your wrist hurt?" She asked as she started to check for damage.

Carlos didn't even give Andy a chance to talk, continued.

"Because he tried to punch me back and failed." He turned his head and smiled a few more times.

"Shut up. God, this hurts. Is it broken?" Andy asked Fanny as she carefully examined his joints.

She shook her head, taking some gauze from the medical kit.

"No, I think it's just a sprain. I'll wrap it up for you and suggest you apply ice. Where did he punch you?"

"Stomach, but my hands hurt more... God, Short legs. Be gentle." Andy groaned.

Michel watched the entire exchange and suddenly felt extremely frustrated.

Question after question began to enter his head, making him wish he could just walk over there and flip the table over them.

She's his nurse, right?

Since when did they become so close? And what the hell happened to that nickname?

He watched them for a few more seconds with daggers shooting out of his eyes.

"Careful, Short Legs."

"Why do you call her that?" Michel suddenly shouted, surprising Andy, Carlos, Christian, Fanny, Charles, and most of all himself with the outburst.

They were all immediately aware of the tension in the room, noticing that all the humor had disappeared out the window.

Again, Carlos tried to calm the mood, clearing his throat first.

"Oh, don't you know? That's our pet's name for our Fanny. Cute?"

Michel turned his head to glare at Carlos, getting up from where he was sitting while growling at Carlos.

"No. It's not cute." He grabbed his coat and went straight out.

There was silence for a few more seconds before Carlos faced the rest of the room with a confused look on his face.

"What's wrong with him?"

---

Charles parked the BMW on the pub's private property and turned off the engine.

He watched as Michel was in the process of unbuckling his seat belt and putting the gun around him, putting on his jacket to hide it.

"Ready?" He asks.

Michel nodded and got out of the car.

It was only 7 pm, but the pub was buzzing, people were coming in and out as waiters surrounded the place, serving drinks.

The two came out now because they knew that once the show would start, usually at 10 pm, they wouldn't be able to catch the person they were looking for.

With immediate recognition and recognition, they were led inside and given a private table.

Soon, one of the waiters approached them and greeted them with respect because he knew well who they were and their organization had a large stake in the business.