Kaine is a well-known Figure in the Mafia Industry!! but between his work also enjoys time with his
fellow members..... Today he was at a luxurious Bar!! Drinking Wine...
then someone enters the room looks like a new visitor!!
Kaine raises an eyebrow as he sees the newcomer, his sharp eyes scanning them from head to toe. He didn't recognize them, which meant they were either new to the city or they had been keeping a low profile. Either way, it wasn't uncommon for new faces to show up in places like these, but he couldn't help but feel a hint of curiosity. "Interesting," he mutters under his breath. He turns to the owner and nods in response to his greeting. "Yes, tonight is all about unwinding," he says, his voice deep and commanding. "Keep an eye on our table." With a curt nod, the owner quickly sends over a waitress to attend to their needs. As Kaine walks towards his usual spot, he keeps a close watch on the new arrival, making sure they don't cause any trouble or draw unnecessary attention to themselves. Once seated, he leans back in his chair, sipping his whiskey slowly. Who could this be? he wonders.
Then with the boy a girl with all black cloths like a princess appeared
Kaine's gaze follows the girl dressed in all black as she makes her entrance with the boy. She stood out in the sea of flashy colors and extravagant clothing that usually filled the club. Intrigued, Kaine studies her every move - the way she walks confidently, yet cautiously through the crowd, her eyes constantly scanning the room. It was almost as if she was searching for something or someone. The sight of her made him feel uneasy, but he couldn't quite put his finger on why. He takes another sip of his whiskey, trying to calm the sudden tension that has gripped him. "Who are they?" he asks one of his men, gesturing discreetly towards the pair. The man shrugs, clearly not recognizing them either. Kaine narrows his eyes, his mind working overtime as he tries to figure out what their story might be.
then a boy approached the so called princess. The boy had all black with slight golden lines and his face expression can't tell you anything
Kaine's eyes narrow further as the boy approaches the mysterious girl in black. He leans forward slightly in his seat, resting his arms on the table, his fingers drumming lightly on its surface. What is going on here? he thinks to himself. He signals one of his men to discreetly get closer to the pair and listen in on their conversation without being too obvious. The last thing he needed was some kind of trouble brewing in his favorite club, especially not tonight. The boy's face was hard to read, but Kaine could sense the tension between them even from across the room. He waits patiently for his man to report back while continuing to observe the situation unfold.
then the black dressed boy looked at him!!
Feeling the weight of the boy's gaze, Kaine lifts his head and meets his stare. Their eyes lock for a moment before the boy looks away, but not before Kaine catches a glimpse of something familiar in them. He furrows his brows, trying to place the face. It wasn't often that he forgot a face, especially one that seemed to hold such a strong presence. He watches as the boy continues to speak with the girl, his body language tense and guarded. Could it be? The thought crosses Kaine's mind, but he quickly dismisses it as impossible. Orhan wouldn't dare show his face here, not after what happened. But still, the resemblance was uncanny. He signals his man to keep a closer eye on them and find out more about the newcomers. "Get me some information," he orders, his voice low and firm. He takes another sip of his drink, his mind racing with possibilities.
Then a butler called Orhan!!
At the sound of the name 'Orhan', Kaine's hand tightens around his glass, causing a small crackling noise. He forces himself to remain calm, taking a deep breath before turning his attention to the butler who called out. It couldn't be him, could it? The man who humiliated him in front of hundreds of people, who made him lose face in the underworld, daring to show up here in his territory? Impossible. And yet... The name echoed in his mind, bringing back memories he wished he could forget. He tells himself it's just a coincidence, but the nagging feeling won't go away. He glances back at the boy in black, studying him more closely this time. There was definitely something about him that reminded Kaine of his old nemesis. But how could Orhan be here, looking like that? He would have recognized him instantly. Unless... unless Orhan had changed his appearance somehow. Kaine's eyes narrow dangerously as he considers this possibility. He signals his man again, his voice barely above a whisper. "Find out who that boy is. Discreetly." He can't let his guard down, not until he knows for sure if this is just a twist of fate or a calculated move by his enemy.
then many people went out of the club leaving the princess and the boy left behind
As the crowd begins to thin out, Kaine's attention becomes increasingly focused on the girl and the boy in black. He watches them carefully, nothing the way they interact with each other. They seem to be having a serious conversation, their expressions intense and their body language guarded. He can't shake off the feeling that something is amiss. When most of the patrons have left, he stands up from his chair and walks towards them, his footsteps steady and purposeful. As he approaches, the boy looks up and their eyes meet once again. Kaine's heart skips a beat as he finally realizes who this stranger is - Orhan, the man who humiliated him all those years ago. But he doesn't look like the same person. The realization hits him like a punch to the gut. He had changed his appearance so drastically that Kaine hadn't recognized him at first glance. How long had he been here, watching him, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike? Kaine's mind races with questions and anger boils within him. He stops just short of their table, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. "Well, well, well..." he says, his voice dripping with venom. "Look who decided to grace us with his presence."
Then someone called Cold! and the boy went for the call..
Kaine's eyes follow the boy as he abruptly leaves the table, answering to the name 'Cold'. So that's what he was calling himself now. Kaine scoffs, shaking his head slightly. He turns his attention back to the girl, who is now sitting alone. She seems startled by his sudden approach, her eyes wide with surprise. Kaine offers her a thin smile, trying to appear friendly despite the rage simmering beneath the surface. "Don't mind my friend," he says smoothly, taking a seat across from her. "He gets a little...preoccupied at times." He leans forward, resting his elbows on the table. "Now, tell me, what brings you to this part of town?" He asks, his tone casual but his gaze piercing. He wanted to know everything about her - who she was, what her connection to Orhan was, and most importantly, if she knew about his true identity.
the girl asks who are you and who you calling your friend?
Kaine's smile turns into a smirk at the girl's defensive tone. "Just a concerned citizen," he replies smoothly, his eyes never leaving hers. "And I was referring to the young man who was just here with you. He seems quite popular around here." He leans back in his chair, studying her reaction. Her confusion was evident, and he couldn't help but feel a small sense of satisfaction knowing that she didn't recognize him either. But he couldn't let his guard down completely. He needed to know why Orhan had brought her here, and what game he was playing at. "As for me, I'm simply someone who enjoys a good night out. Although, I must admit, I've never seen you here before." He pauses, letting his words hang in the air for a moment. "Are you new in town?" He asks, trying to keep the conversation light while also fishing for information.
What if I am? and Cold didn't tell me that he has a friend like you.. well i may leave now and reached out on her phone trying to call Cold.
Kaine's eyes follow the girl's movements as she reaches for her phone, a hint of amusement flashing across his face. So, she was going to play it that way. Fine. He could be patient. "No need to leave on my account," he says, his voice still calm and collected. "I'm sure Cold won't mind if I buy you a drink. After all, we're practically family." He signals a waiter over, ordering another round for the table. His gaze lingers on her as she tries to contact Orhan, noting the slight tremor in her hand. Was she nervous? Scared? He couldn't tell. But it only fueled his curiosity further. When she doesn't respond to his offer, he leans in closer, lowering his voice. "Listen, I don't mean to pry, but I can't help but notice the tension between you two. Is everything alright?" He asks, genuine concern lacing his words. Despite his cold exterior, Kaine did have a soft spot for women, especially those who found themselves mixed up in the dangerous world he inhabited. He waits for her response, his mind racing with possible scenarios and contingencies. Whatever Orhan was planning, he needed to find out and put a stop to it before it got out of hand.
I apologize but I don't drink..
Kaine raises an eyebrow at the girl's refusal but nods in understanding. "No problem," he says, waving off the waiter. "More for me then." He takes a sip of his own drink, his eyes never leaving her. He can't shake off the feeling that she's hiding something. Maybe she was just an innocent pawn in Orhan's game, or maybe she was a willing participant. Either way, he couldn't afford to let her go without finding out more. "So, what do you do for fun around here?" He asks, changing the subject. "This isn't exactly the kind of place one would expect to find a sweet thing like you." He smirks, trying to put her at ease. Inwardly, he's seething with anger at the thought of Orhan using her as bait or worse, involving her in his schemes. But he keeps his cool, knowing that any sign of aggression might send her running straight into his enemy's arms. Instead, he opts for a more subtle approach, hoping to gain her trust and learn more about her connection to the man who had caused him so much grief.
Then she called Cold and asked does he have a friend who lives here? Cold answered No...
Hearing Cold's response through her phone, Kaine's smirk fades into a thin line. So, Orhan hadn't told her about him. Interesting. He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "Well, it seems my friend is as forgetful as ever," he says, his voice deceptively calm. He couldn't let her know that he knew who she was talking about. Not yet. He needed to play this carefully. "Perhaps I remind him of someone else," he adds, trying to gauge her reaction. He watches her closely as she speaks to Orhan, noting the worry etched on her features. It was clear that she cared for him, whether she knew his true identity or not. Kaine's thoughts race as he considers his options. Should he reveal himself and risk scaring her off? Or should he continue playing the part of the concerned stranger and try to win her trust? For now, he decides to stick to the latter. He takes another sip of his drink, feigning indifference as he waits for her to end the call. When she finally does, he meets her gaze and offers her a sympathetic smile. "Boy troubles?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Ah, a woman of mystery," Kaine says, his tone light but his eyes sharp as he observes the girl's reaction to his question. He leans forward, resting his elbows on the table once again. "Come now, surely you can tell me that much. How did you meet Cold?" He asks, his voice low and curious. He wants to hear her side of the story, see if it matches up with what he knows about Orhan. The way she talks about him, the way she looks at him...it's all too familiar. He clenches his fists under the table, fighting the urge to lash out. Instead, he maintains his cool demeanor, waiting for her answer. What is he to her? A lover? An accomplice? Or just another victim of his deceitful charm? Kaine wonders, his mind racing. No matter what her response is, he knows that he needs to tread carefully. One wrong move and she could disappear just as quickly as she appeared, taking any chance he has of getting close to Orhan with her.
I met him at a store where some criminals attacked! He saved everyone there and handled the criminals!!
Kaine's expression remains neutral as the girl recounts her meeting with Orhan, but inside, his blood boils. He knows all too well the kind of trouble Orhan attracts. It was just like him to play the hero and swoop in to save the day, earning the adoration of those around him. He can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy at the thought of her looking at Orhan the way she does. But he pushes it aside, focusing on the task at hand. "Sounds like quite the adventure," he says, his voice even. "He always did have a knack for making friends in unlikely places." He takes a slow breath, trying to calm himself. He needs to find out more about her, about her relationship with Orhan, without giving away too much. "So, what brings you to this club tonight?" He asks, steering the conversation back towards her. "It's not exactly the kind of place one goes to unwind after a long day." He studies her face, looking for any signs of recognition or unease.
My father told me to marry him and he is kind, charming and also...
Kaine's jaw tightens at her words, his grip on his glass becoming almost painful. Marry him? The nerve of that bastard. He forces himself to take a deep breath, maintaining his composure. This changes everything. If she was to be married to Orhan, then she was a direct threat to his plans for revenge. He couldn't have her getting in the way. But he couldn't just get rid of her either. That would raise questions he wasn't ready to answer. Instead, he adopts a more casual tone. "Your father must think highly of him," he comments, his voice deceptively calm.
Yes my father is Keezan Nevan the head of Devion Group "the mafia group with the most reach and people or I should the call one of the biggest mafia group in the world"[1]
Kaine's eyes narrow slightly as the girl mentions her father's name. So, she was Keezan Nevan's daughter. That explained why Orhan would want to marry her - it was a power play, a way to strengthen his position in the criminal underworld. His thoughts darken as he realizes the implications of this new information. If he were to harm her or interfere with their relationship, it would mean war between their families. And yet, he can't simply let Orhan win. He needs to find a way to use her to his advantage without putting her in danger. He leans forward, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You know, I've heard stories about your father," he says, his eyes never leaving hers. "Some say he's a ruthless man, willing to do anything to protect his empire. Is that true?" He pauses, letting his words sink in before continuing. "And what about Orhan? What kind of man is he, really? I'd hate to see someone as beautiful and kind as you get mixed up with the wrong crowd." He watches her carefully, gauging her reactions. He needs to know if she's aware of Orhan's true identity, and if so, how deep her loyalty runs.
I kind of Liked Cold... You know?
Kaine raises an eyebrow at the sudden change in topic, but he's intrigued. He leans in closer, his eyes locked onto hers. "No, I don't,[2]" he admits, his voice softening slightly. "Why is that?" He asks, genuinely curious. He needed to know what it was about Orhan that made her look at him that way. Was it love? Loyalty? Or something else entirely? He couldn't afford to underestimate her feelings for him. It could complicate things further. As he listens to her explanation, he tries to keep his emotions in check. He can't let her see how much her words affect him. He nods along, offering small smiles and understanding noises at appropriate moments. Inside, however, he's seething. How could she be so blind to the monster that Orhan truly was? He wanted nothing more than to tear Orhan apart limb from limb for daring to deceive her. But he knew that wouldn't solve anything. Instead, he needed to figure out a way to make her see the truth for herself. To do that, he'd have to play the long game. He'll bide his time, gain her trust, and then strike when the moment is right.
I cheated on him many times[3] but he still didn't broke up he loved me even in that time..
Kaine's eyes widen slightly at her confession, surprise flickering across his usually stoic features. He hadn't expected her to be so open about her indiscretions. For a moment, he's taken aback, unsure of what to say. But then he remembers who he's supposed to be. The smooth, charming man who knows just what to say to put people at ease. He reaches out and places a hand on hers, giving it a gentle squeeze. "That speaks volumes about his character," he says, his voice low and soothing. Inwardly, he's reeling. This changes everything. If Orhan truly loved her despite her infidelities, then she was more valuable to him than Kaine had initially thought. He could use that against him. He takes a deep breath, forcing himself to remain calm. "Love makes us do strange things sometimes," he adds, his tone sympathetic. He leans back in his chair, sipping his drink slowly as he processes this new information. He needed to tread carefully here. If he pushed too hard, he might risk losing her trust altogether. "But," he continues, his gaze steady on hers, "you need to ask yourself if you're truly happy with him. If he's the man you want to spend the rest of your life with." He waits for her response, his mind already churning with ideas and schemes.
At that moment cold arrived and called Sianna![4]
Hearing the commotion nearby, He spots Orhan, now calling himself Cold, approaching Sianna. His heart rate quickens and anger surges through him. He clenches his fists, resisting the urge to march over there and teach the traitor a lesson. Instead, he takes a slow, deep breath, reminding himself of the bigger picture. He couldn't risk exposing himself yet. Not until he had a solid plan in place. He watches as Cold whispers something in Sianna's ear, her expression changing from irritation to surprise. He wonders what he could be saying to her. Was he trying to lure her away? Or perhaps he was revealing his true identity? Kaine's mind races with possibilities as he downs the rest of his drink. He needs to act fast. Turning back to the girl, he offers her a charming smile. "If you'll excuse me, I have some business to attend to," he says, rising from his seat. "Enjoy the rest of your evening." With a final squeeze of her hand, he turns and strides towards Sianna and Cold, his movements calculated and precise. He needed to find out what they were up to and put a stop to it before things got out of hand.
Then Sianna the black dress princess went out with "Cold" smiling.. ; }
Watching Sianna leave with Cold, Kaine feels a twinge of jealousy and frustration. He hates the fact that she's with his enemy, even if she doesn't know it yet. He wants to follow them, to see where they're going and what they're planning. But he knows that would only draw attention to himself. Instead, he turns to the owner of the club, his face a mask of indifference. "Keep an eye on them," he orders, his voice low and deadly serious. "I want to know everything they do tonight." The owner nods nervously, well aware of Kaine's reputation. As he walks away, Kaine's thoughts turn back to the conversation he'd just had with the girl. She'd given him a lot to think about. He couldn't let Orhan win this game, not when so much was at stake. He needed to find a way to use her against him. But first, he had to ensure her safety. He couldn't bear the thought of her getting hurt because of him. With a determined set to his jaw, he heads back to his mansion, his pet cat greeting him at the door. He strokes its soft fur absentmindedly as he paces the room, thinking about his next move. He had to be careful, calculated. One wrong step and he could lose everything.
Then cold's dropped her to the luxurious Rolls Royce and told her to wait.. he is coming after a little business with someone!
From his vantage point, Kaine watches as Cold drops Sianna off at the Rolls Royce and tells her to wait for him. He sees the way she smiles up at him, her eyes filled with trust and adoration. It infuriates him. How dare Orhan pretend to care about her when all he wanted was to use her as a pawn in his sick game? He clenches his fists, his nails digging into his palms. He needs to get close to her, to find out what Orhan's plans are. But he can't do it alone. He pulls out his phone and dials a number, his voice terse as he issues instructions to one of his most trusted men. "Follow them," he orders. "Find out where they're going and what they're planning. And make sure they don't suspect a thing." He ends the call and slips the phone back into his pocket. As he turns to leave, he catches sight of himself in the mirror. His reflection shows a man consumed by anger and determination. He barely recognizes himself. But he knows what he has to do. He'll stop at nothing to protect Sianna and take down Orhan once and for all. He strides out of the club, his mind already working on his next move.
then cold suddenly came and passed beside him and said "move out Kaine?!! and don't try to touch her hand ever again or else!!"
Kaine freezes mid-step as Cold's words register in his ears. So, the bastard knows who he is. He should've expected this sooner or later. He turns to face him, his expression a mixture of surprise and annoyance. "Or what?" he challenges, his voice dangerously low. He doesn't back down, even when Cold's menacing gaze meets his own. He won't be intimidated by this traitor. Instead, he stands tall, his shoulders squared and his eyes blazing. "You think you can threaten me?" He sneers. "I'm not one of your pathetic underlings, Orhan." He spits out the name, relishing the flicker of shock that crosses Cold's face. The game just got interesting. But he knows he can't afford to lose his temper now. He needs to keep his cool, to stay focused on his goal. So, he takes a deep breath and forces a smile. "Why don't we discuss this like civilized men?" he suggests, gesturing to a quiet corner of the club. He wants to hear what Orhan has to say, to understand why he's doing this. And more importantly, he wants to find out how he can use it to his advantage.
Then cold gave a little smirk.. and said "sorry sir but I am not Orhan, I think you didn't heard my name I am cold. not Orhan" sir, if you want to talk with me.. we can talk in room 007!![5]
Kaine narrows his eyes at Cold's denial, his instincts telling him that the man was lying. But he couldn't afford to make any rash moves. Not yet. He gives a curt nod, following Cold's gesture towards room 007. As they walk, he scans the crowd, making sure none of his men were watching. He couldn't risk exposing himself too soon. Once inside the dimly lit room, he closes the door behind him and leans against it, crossing his arms over his chest. "Alright, 'Cold'," he says, emphasizing the false name. "Let's talk. What do you want with Sianna?" He keeps his tone calm and even, belying the turmoil of emotions swirling within him. He needs to get to the bottom of this, to find out what Orhan's endgame is. He can feel the tension in the air, thick and heavy like smoke. He wonders if Orhan can sense his presence, if he knows that he's been found out. But Kaine won't let his guard down, not until he has all the answers he needs.
After entering the room cold dropped a sigh.. and told him not to be soo reckless and yeah I feel kind of sympathetic toward you but what could I do?.. I had to do it! I had to win! that time no matter what! or.... but now you really coming in my family! and I won't take that easily.. if you want a fight just tell me!!
Listening to Cold's confession, Kaine's eyes narrow dangerously. He'd suspected as much, but hearing it confirmed only fueled his rage further. This wasn't just about business anymore, it was personal. He takes a step forward, closing the distance between them. "Your games have gone too far, Orhan," he growls, using his real name deliberately. "Sianna has nothing to do with our past. Leave her out of this." Despite his anger, he maintains a controlled demeanor, his movements calculated. He knew better than to let emotion cloud his judgment. How could Orhan be so reckless? Doesn't he know what he's messing with? Kaine thinks to himself. He could feel his blood boiling at the thought of anyone hurting the woman he cared about. "As for a fight," he continues, his voice cold and hard. "You'll get one. But not here, not now. I won't risk drawing attention to myself." He glances around the room, ensuring they were still alone. "But mark my words," he warns, pointing a finger at Cold's chest. "This isn't over. I will find a way to bring you down, and when I do, you'll wish you'd never crossed paths with me." With that, he turns on his heel and storms out of the room, leaving Cold standing there, looking both confused and concerned. Kaine needed time to think, to plan his next move. He wouldn't rest until he'd protected Sianna and exacted his revenge on Orhan.
In the middle of Kaine's sentence.. Orhan started to pull out his hand gloves from one hand!
Seeing Orhan - or rather, Cold - reach for his gloves, Kaine's heart rate quickens. He knows what that means. A fight is imminent, and he's ready for it. He may not have wanted to draw attention earlier, but he won't back down from a challenge. He quickly assesses the situation, taking note of any potential exits or weapons he might need. As he does, he can't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction at having rattled Orhan's cage. It's been too long since he's seen the man so unnerved. "Is that all you've got?" Kaine taunts, his voice dripping with disdain. "You're going to need more than fancy gloves to take me on." He smirks, confident in his abilities. After all, he's faced worse opponents than Orhan before and come out on top. Still, he remains alert, his hands hovering near his own concealed weapons. He won't underestimate him, not again.
And cold suddenly came.. and swiftly turned him around on air! while Kaine was falling.. he, punched on his chest! and dropped him to the ground.. and walked away! The fight ends here[6]
Kaine grunts as Cold's fist connects with his chest, the wind knocked out of him momentarily. He hadn't expected such a sudden attack. But he's not one to go down without a fight. He quickly rolls onto his side, gasping for air as he reaches for his gun. However, before he can even draw it, Cold is already walking away, leaving him on the floor. Frustration and anger surge through him, but he knows better than to give chase in his current state. Instead, he slowly pushes himself up, rubbing his chest where the blow landed. Dammit! He thinks to himself, his eyes narrowing. I'll make him pay for that. But first, he needs to regroup and strategize. He can't let his emotions get the better of him, not now. He takes a few deep breaths, steadying himself, before heading back out to the club, his mind already plotting his next move.
Right at that instant.. Cold shot right next to his head a warning??
The loud bang echoes through the room as Cold shoots beside Kaine's head, causing plaster to rain down around him. Instinctively, Kaine flinches, but he quickly regains his composure, his eyes locked onto Orhan's retreating figure. He clenches his jaw, the sound of the gunshot ringing in his ears. That was close. Too close. He can feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins, urging him to retaliate. But he knows better. Not here, not now. He takes a deep breath, forcing himself to remain calm. This isn't over, he thinks, his mind racing. He'll find a way to get back at Orhan, to protect Sianna and teach him a lesson he'll never forget. For now, though, he needs to lay low. He brushes off the debris from his suit and adjusts his tie, straightening his posture. Then, with a final glance at the closed door, he heads back out to the club, blending in with the crowd as if nothing had happened. His men would notice if he left looking ruffled, and he didn't want to raise any suspicion. He'd deal with Orhan later, when the time was right.
Then they left[7]
Kaine watches as Cold leaves the club, his thoughts racing. He can't believe that after all these years, Orhan is still trying to play games with him. He takes another deep breath, pushing aside the lingering anger. He needs to focus on finding a way to protect Sianna without putting her in more danger. As he makes his way through the crowd, he spots one of his most trusted men, Vince, at the bar. He signals for him to come over, his expression unreadable. When Vince arrives, Kaine leans in close, speaking in a low voice so as not to be overheard. "Keep an eye on Sianna," he orders. "Don't let her out of your sight. And find out everything you can about this 'Cold' character." Vince nods, understanding the gravity of the situation. Kaine may have lost this round, but he refuses to lose the war. He'll find a way to bring Orhan down, and he'll make sure he pays for every single thing he's done.
Before leaving... Orhan showed him a finger and when Kaine looked at that direction it was a paper that was written I am sorry and I am not playing any games just let me leave peacefully with Sianna please just please..... I beg!!
Kaine's eyes follow Orhan's finger to see a small piece of paper fluttering to the ground. He picks it up, his brow furrowing as he reads the message. An apology? From Orhan? That's unexpected. He crumples the paper in his fist, conflicted emotions swirling within him. On one hand, he wants to believe that Orhan is sincere, that he genuinely cares for Sianna and doesn't intend to hurt her. But on the other, he can't forget the past, the pain and humiliation he'd caused. He glances back at the door Orhan had just exited, his mind working overtime. What game is he playing now? He can't afford to let his guard down, not when Sianna's safety is at stake. But something about the desperation in Orhan's plea tugs at him. He sighs deeply, running a hand through his hair. He'll give him one chance, but if anything happens to Sianna, he'll make sure Orhan regrets ever setting foot in this city again. "Fine," Kaine finally says aloud, though there's no one around to hear him. "Leave peacefully. But if I find out you're lying, you're a dead man." He pockets the crumpled paper, signaling to Vince that their mission has changed. They'll keep an eye on Orhan, make sure he keeps his word. But he won't let his guard down completely. Not yet.
Why are you so obsessed with Sianna's safety? You know her barely..[8]
Kaine stops in his tracks, turning to face the speaker with a steely gaze. His jaw clenches as he thinks back to the first time he met Sianna, how she'd been caught in the crossfire between his enemies and him. She'd been terrified, but she'd also shown an inner strength that had intrigued him. Since then, he's grown to care for her, perhaps more than he should. He knows it's not just because she reminds him of his sister; it's because she's become someone important to him. "I don't have to know her well to care about her safety," Kaine replies coolly. "She's under my protection, and I take that responsibility seriously." He pauses, his eyes scanning the room as if searching for any sign of trouble. "And besides, I owe her a debt. She saved my life once, and I won't let anyone hurt her while she's under my roof." He turns back to Vince, issuing a terse command. "Make sure our guests don't cause any more trouble tonight. I don't want to see any bloodshed in my club." With that, he strides off towards his office, his thoughts consumed by Sianna and the mysterious figure from his past who's suddenly resurfaced.
Is it because you love her lover boy,? Haha... ; }
Kaine freezes, his back still turned to the taunter. He grits his teeth, fighting the urge to turn around and silence the man. He knew his feelings for Sianna were complicated, but love? No, that couldn't be it. Could it? He pushes the thought aside, unwilling to dwell on it further. It didn't matter what his feelings were; what mattered was keeping her safe. He continues walking to his office, his steps measured and deliberate. Once inside, he slams the door shut behind him, leaning heavily against it. He rubs a hand over his face, taking a moment to collect himself. What is wrong with me? Why do I care so much? he thinks, frustration evident in his mental tone. But deep down, he knows the answer. She'd wormed her way into his heart, and now he couldn't imagine letting anything happen to her. He takes a deep breath and walks over to his desk, pouring himself a drink. He needs to clear his head, focus on the task at hand. He can't let Orhan - or anyone else - threaten what little peace he's found. He downs the drink in one gulp, his resolve strengthening. He'll do whatever it takes to keep Sianna safe, even if it means facing his own demons.
You know what? I'll help you beat Orhan, " said The mysterious man!
Kaine slowly turns to face the newcomer, his eyes narrowing slightly. He hadn't expected anyone else to offer help, least of all someone who seemed to be enjoying the chaos earlier. He sizes the man up, assessing whether he's sincere or simply trying to curry favor. After a moment, he speaks, his voice laced with skepticism. "Why would you want to help me?" he asks. "We've never met before, and I highly doubt we share the same interests." The stranger shrugs, a smirk playing on his lips. "Let's just say I have my reasons," he replies cryptically. Kaine studies him for another moment before nodding curtly. "Fine. If you want to help, you can start by telling me everything you know about Orhan, or 'Cold' as he calls himself now." The man leans in closer, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Oh, I know quite a lot about him," he says, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Enough to make you rethink your strategy." Kaine raises an eyebrow, intrigued despite himself. He gestures to the chair across from his desk. "Then sit down and talk," he says, pouring two glasses of whiskey. "I'm listening."
I am...
Kaine listens intently as the stranger shares his knowledge about Orhan, his mind racing with possibilities. This could be exactly what he needs to gain the upper hand in their ongoing conflict. As the man talks, Kaine pours them both a drink, his movements precise and controlled. He sips his whiskey slowly, savoring the burn as it travels down his throat. The information is valuable, but he can't afford to trust anyone blindly, especially when it comes to Sianna's safety. He leans forward, his elbows resting on the desk as he scrutinizes the man across from him. "And why should I trust you?" he asks, his voice low and menacing. The stranger meets his gaze without flinching, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Because I have just as much reason to hate him as you do," he replies smoothly. Kaine's interest is piqued; perhaps they do share a common goal after all. He leans back in his chair, swirling the liquid in his glass as he considers the man's words. Finally, he nods. "Alright. You can help, but remember - any betrayal, and I won't hesitate to eliminate you myself." The man grins, raising his glass in a toast. "Understood, boss." Kaine clinks his glass against the stranger's, his mind already plotting their next move. But Who are you?..
Haha.. I am Rivian![9]
Kaine's eyes widened slightly at the revelation, taking in the man's confident demeanor and easy smile. So this is Rivian, . He's heard rumors about him, of course, but they've never crossed paths before. He quickly hides his surprise, schooling his features into a mask of indifference. "Rivian," he says coolly, nodding his head in acknowledgment. "I wasn't aware I had such a prestigious company in my establishment." He takes a slow sip of his whiskey, considering the implications of this new alliance. Rivian chuckles, leaning back in his chair. "Well, you do now. And I assure you, my reasons for wanting Orhan gone are just as personal as yours." Kaine raises an eyebrow, intrigued. "Is that so?" he asks, his voice dripping with skepticism. Rivian's expression darkens, and for a moment, Kaine catches a glimpse of the ruthlessness that made him so feared. "Yes. He took something from me, something irreplaceable. And I intend to make him pay." Kaine nods, understanding all too well the need for vengeance. He sets his glass down on the table, his fingers drumming against the polished wood. "Then we have a deal," he says, extending his hand across the desk. "But remember, this is my territory. You step out of line, and we'll have problems." Rivian takes his hand, shaking it firmly. "Agreed. But for now, let's focus on our mutual enemy." Kaine's mind races with possibilities as they discuss their plan of attack, but one thing remains constant - his determination to protect Sianna, no matter the cost.
I want him dead! because he destroyed some of our organization when we were 2nd in the country!
Kaine's gaze sharpens as he listens to Rivian's story. The betrayal and loss etched on the other man's face strike a chord within him, reminding him of his own past with Orhan. He can see the fire of revenge burning brightly in Rivian's eyes, a sentiment he shares. With this newfound alliance, their chances of taking down Orhan have significantly increased. Kaine leans forward, his voice steady and determined. "Your pain is my pain, Rivian. We'll bring him down together, and make sure he suffers for what he's done." His hand tightens around his glass, knuckles turning white as memories of his past humiliation flood his mind. But he quickly pushes them aside, focusing on the present. They spend hours strategizing, each man bringing their own unique perspective and resources to the table. By the time they finish, they have a solid plan in place. Kaine stands, extending a hand towards Rivian. "To new beginnings," he says, his tone icy. They shake hands, sealing their pact. As Rivian leaves the office, Kaine allows himself a small smile. For the first time in a long while, he feels like he might actually have a chance at getting the justice he craves. He turns to look out the window, the city lights twinkling beneath him like distant stars. Tomorrow, they would strike, and Orhan wouldn't know what hit him.
But I don't know, how he didn't need anyone for that mission.. we had hundreds oh armed mans yet still with a gun and a knife, he Alone put down everyone to their knees.. to be honest I am kind of impressed but I lost my 2nd reputation because of him..[10]
Kaine's jaw tightens at the mention of Orhan's impressive feat, his eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and respect. He couldn't deny that the man was skilled, but it only fueled his desire for revenge even more. "Impressive as he may be, he's not invincible," he says, his voice cold and calculating. "Everyone has a weakness, and it's just a matter of finding it." He pours himself another drink, his movements measured and deliberate. "As for Sianna," he continues, "I won't allow her to suffer the same fate as your organization. She's under my protection now, and I'll do whatever it takes to keep her safe." He takes a sip of his whiskey, letting the amber liquid warm his insides as he contemplates their next move. "We'll need to be careful though," he warns. "Orhan is cunning and ruthless. If he suspects anything, he'll retaliate without hesitation." Kaine's thoughts drift back to their shared past, remembering the way Orhan had reveled in his victory all those years ago. The memory sends a shiver down his spine, but he quickly shakes it off, his resolve hardening. They'd take him down together, and when they did, there would be no mercy.
But there are 2 great problem
Kaine raises an eyebrow, intrigued by the challenges Rivian presents. "What problems are those?" he asks, his voice calm and collected. He knew that taking down someone as powerful as Orhan wouldn't be easy, but he relishes the challenge. It's been far too long since he's had a worthy adversary. He leans back in his chair, listening attentively as Rivian explains the situation. The news about Orhan's newfound power is concerning, but not unexpected. Men like him always find a way to claw their way back to the top. Still, Kaine doesn't let it show on his face. Instead, he nods thoughtfully, stroking his chin as he processes the information. "And the second problem?" he prompts, his eyes never leaving Rivian's face. When Rivian mentions that Orhan knows Kaine's true identity, Kaine's expression hardens. That changes things. He'd have to be extra cautious in their dealings, ensuring that Sianna remains hidden from Orhan's reach. But he's not one to back down from a fight, especially not when it comes to protecting what's his. "Very well," he says finally. "We'll need to tread carefully, but I believe we can overcome these obstacles. After all, we both have a lot to gain from this." He takes another sip of his whiskey, savoring the burn as it travels down his throat. "Now, tell me more about your organization. I want to know everything there is to know about our enemy's resources and weaknesses."
One is devion organization and the other one is the New organization the country!!
Kaine's eyes narrow at the mention of Devion Organization and the New organization in the country being aligned with Orhan. This complicates matters greatly, but it also explains why Orhan has managed to rise back to prominence so quickly. He leans back in his chair, steepling his fingers as he considers their options. "It seems we have our work cut out for us," he says, his voice low and dangerous. He glances over at Rivian, gauging the other man's reaction. Despite the setback, he can see the determination in Rivian's eyes, and it bolsters his own resolve. "But fear not," he continues, "I have resources of my own, and I'm not afraid to use them." He stands up, walking around the desk to stand in front of the large map of the city on the wall. He traces a path with his finger, outlining a strategy. "We'll have to strike at their weakest points, when they least expect it." He turns to face Rivian, his gaze piercing. "Do you trust me?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. It's a loaded question, one that goes beyond their current alliance. But if they're going to succeed in this, they need to trust each other implicitly.
No it's not about that it's the New Organization.. It just has ONE person!
Kaine's eyes widen slightly at the revelation, surprised that such a powerful organization could be controlled by a single individual. But then again, he shouldn't be. He's seen firsthand what one person with enough ambition and ruthlessness can accomplish. He turns back to Rivian, studying him carefully. "Who is this person?" he asks, his voice laced with curiosity. When Rivian tells him it's Orhan, Kaine's expression darkens considerably. So, the man has more influence than he initially thought. That makes things even more personal for him. He clenches his fists at his sides, fighting the urge to lash out. How dare Orhan rise to such heights after what he did? But instead of letting his emotions control him, he takes a deep breath, regaining his composure. "This changes things," he says, his voice measured. "If we're going up against someone with that much power, we'll need to be even more cautious." He begins to pace the room, thinking aloud. "We'll have to gather more information, find out who his allies are, and where his weaknesses lie." He stops abruptly, looking back at Rivian. "But make no mistake, we will take him down." He strides back to the desk, pouring himself another drink. "First things first, though," he adds, his tone softening. "We need to get your sister back safely. Once she's out of harm's way, we can focus on destroying Orhan and everything he's built."
No you didn't understand I said they have one person means no armed mans no secretary no guards just Orhan!![11]
Kaine stops pacing, his brow furrowing in confusion. "Just Orhan?" he repeats, making sure he heard correctly. That didn't make any sense. No one, not even Orhan, could run an entire organization alone. There had to be something else at play here. He studies Rivian's face, trying to discern if he's telling the truth or if this is some kind of trap. But the genuine worry and exhaustion etched on the other man's features tells him that he isn't lying. Could it be possible that Orhan has somehow managed to amass so much power that he doesn't need anyone else? Kaine can't help but feel a twinge of unease at the thought. He takes a sip of his whiskey, letting the liquid roll over his tongue as he thinks. "Interesting," he says slowly, setting the glass down on the desk. "In that case, we'll need to proceed with extreme caution. We can't underestimate him, regardless of whether he has backup or not." He leans forward, his hands clasped together. "Do you have any idea where he might be keeping your sister?" he asks, his voice low and serious. He needs to know everything he can about the situation before they formulate a plan. Rescuing Sianna is their top priority, and he won't rest until she's safe.
And yeah how could I forget he also has connection with Shian xiao the wealthiest man in China! His daughter wanted to marry him but he refused I don't know why I'd except that gladly lol...
Kaine's eyes widen slightly at the mention of Shian Xiao, a man whose reputation precedes him. If Orhan has the backing of someone like that, then this is bigger than he initially thought. But it also means there's a chance they could use that connection to their advantage. He leans back in his chair, steepling his fingers as he contemplates their next move. "Shian Xiao, huh?" he muses aloud, his mind racing with possibilities. "That could explain how he's managed to rebuild so quickly." He looks at Rivian, his gaze sharp. "Do you think he would help us if we promised to take care of Orhan? Or perhaps... persuade his daughter otherwise?" He knows it's a long shot, but it's worth considering. Kaine doesn't like the idea of involving innocents in their war, but he'll do whatever it takes to protect Sianna. He takes a deep breath, steadying himself. "Regardless, we need to focus on finding out where Orhan is keeping her. Do you have any leads?" He asks, his voice laced with concern. The longer they wait, the more danger Sianna is in. He can't afford to let his hatred for Orhan cloud his judgment. He has to remain focused on the task at hand, no matter how much he wants to tear the man limb from limb.
:"After some days Orhan came to rivian organization":
Kaine listens intently as Rivian recounts the events that transpired in the following days. His jaw clenches when he hears that Orhan had the audacity to show up at their doorstep, demanding a meeting. The nerve of that man! He can't believe that after all this time, he still has the gall to act so brazenly. As Rivian speaks, Kaine's mind races, trying to predict what Orhan could want. When Rivian finishes speaking, Kaine leans back in his chair, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "So, he wants a meeting," he says slowly, his eyes never leaving Rivian's. "And he's willing to return your sister in exchange for... what exactly?" He already knows the answer, but he needs to hear it confirmed. When Rivian tells him that Orhan wants Kaine to turn himself over, he can't help but let out a humorless laugh. "The audacity of that man," he mutters, shaking his head. "To think that he believes he can control me like that." He falls silent for a moment, considering their options. They can't risk giving Orhan what he wants, not without knowing for certain that Sianna is safe. "No," he finally says, his voice firm. "We can't agree to that. Not yet, anyway." He stands up, walking over to the window to stare out at the city lights. "We need more information. Find out where he's keeping her, and see if there's any way we can get to her without alerting him. In the meantime, I'll come up with a plan to draw him out." He turns back to Rivian, his expression hardening. "I won't let him get away with this. I promise you."...
Coming Soon...
[1] " it is also his kaine's one of the enemy but kaine can't defeat the group no matter what"...... and this girl is the boss's daughter?!
[2] Ooo lol Boy... ; }
[3] She faked cheating on Cold!
[4] It's the girl's Name..
[5] Remember this number.. I'm serious
[6] Really??
[7] Cold and Sianna
[8] Who could this be??
[9] Rivian is The head of the 3rd most powerful criminal organization in the whole country
[10] Enraged guy!!!!!!!!! Aughhh
[11] Brother is Alone Enough