Chapter 7 Jude Evans

"Moon"

Jude looked pleased "Moon... a pretty name for a pretty damsel like you." He complemented earning a small smile from her.

"Moon!? Hahahaha... you couldn't come up with another name." Lorraine laughed at her sister's choice of name. Eisley ignored her as she took a sip of her drink.

"So tell me about yourself." She struck up a conversation while checking the time. "It's just past nine..." she took a mental note.

Jude heard her statement and chuckled "you know, I was about to ask you to tell me about yourself but you beat me to it."

"What can I say? I'm inquisitive." Eisley said with a grin as she tapped her exposed thigh.

Jude's eyes subconsciously went to her exposed thigh as his breath got caught up in his throat.

"Yo! My eyes are up here." Eisley said with a small laugh.

He smirked before taking a sip from his drink. "It's not my fault lady."

"I won't ask whose fault is it..." Esiley grinned.

"Haha... why not?"

"Well, you'd say it's my fault. And I don't do well with false accusations." She said a weird smile passed her face in a flash.

Jude grinned inwardly as he thought "I like you."

"Oh well, to answer your request, I'm here on a business meeting with my brother and the head of the companies he is investing in. I'm the second son... no much achievement unlike my sex driven brother."

His last remark made Eisley laugh as she dropped her champagne flute on the table. "Sex driven? So you're saying your brother is literally a sex addict?" She asked.

"Yeah... especially when he is pissed. I wonder who he got that trait from though. Definitely not from my mom, possibly from my dad." He analysed making her giggle.

She recalled him mentioning a meeting so she asked "what time is your meeting? Hope I'm not taking much of your time?"

"Not at all. The meeting should be..." he paused as he checked his Rolex days rainbow paved wristwatch.

Eisley caught sight if it and mused "he must be really rich to be able to afford that watch..."

"... the meeting should be held around few minutes to eleven." Juse complete as he adjust his suit's sleeve to cover his watch.

On hearing him, her eyes narrowed "the same time..." she thought but soon masked her shocked face with a smile.

"Oh okay then. Do you have anything else to tell me?" She asked.

Lorraine who had been silently listening to their conversation suddenly spoke up "he had better tell you his surname. I'm having a hunch that the brother he might be talking about is your target."

Eisley frowned on hearing her.

"What other thing do you want to know about me? I really don't do well with self composition..." Jude chuckled.

"Oh... same here... well I have a reasonable excuse to not be able to talk about myself."

Jude stared at her "another shot please." He said to the bartender with his gaze still fixed on her.

"Is that so?"

"Hmm"

"What's your reason for not being able to talk about yourself? You can't possibly tell me that you don't have hobbies..."

Eisley laughed slightly as she pushed a strand of hair behind her left ear. "That's sort of related to it."

"Wow, you're different." He commented

"Why thank you..."

"Ask him his fucking surname!!" Lorraine yelled making her grit her teeth.

Eisley racked a brain on how to get his surname. After a brief moment of silence, she decided to take a risk "looking at you, I seem to have seen your face somewhere... I just can't point it out."

Jude touched the tip of his nose as he examined her "I think you must be mistaken... I avoid anything called "socialising" it's sickening."

"Then I must have seen someone that looks like you then." She muttered to herself while acting like she was thinking.

Jude mouthed an "O"

"You must be referring to my brother then. He's been in the spotlight of recent and it's beginning to get on my nerves." He said with a frown as he massaged his temple.

"By your brother, you mean...?" Eisley trailed off hinting that she doesn't know his name.

"His name is Night. Night Evans."

Eailey widened her eyes sane as Lorrained who yelled "you've gotten your target!!"

"Oh... I see... he really shares a resemblance with you." Eisley chuckled.

"Yeah... he does and it sucks. We literally look like partial identical twins when he's clearly four years ny senior." He face palmed.

Eisley heard him talk about his brother and felt a pang of hurt in her heart. She didn't get to relate with her brother whom her father had locked up ever since her birth. The hurt soon turned to determination "that's past... I'm doing this for Arthur." She said to herself.

The duo conversed freely as they bonded over drinks. Soon, it was time for the meeting. Jude's phone rang. Eisley was quick to check the caller ID "hmmm... his brother should be around." She thought.

Jude answered the call "you're at the garage?... oh okay... the room is ready... yes they are waiting for you there... see you soon." He ended the call after giving few responses. Turning to face Eisley, he said "Moon, I have to leave now. We'll continue our conversation later."

He said as he hurried to the elevator which had a VVIP gold tag.

Right after he left, Eisley sighted a young lady who was clad in a black gown. She snuck behind the bouncer which was positioned in the club and headed to the strippers area. "Are you seeing that?" Eisley asked Lorraine.

"Yup... seems like your target has a bounty on his head."

Eisley rolled her eyes "how can you be so sure that she's after him. She's probably a staff that came to work late." She analysed as she finished her drink.

"you know what, I'm going to check on her..." She said as she moved swiftly among the crowd towards the place where the lady had entered.

In a deep red themed room, a group of five men sat at a conference table as they discussed business. The room smelled of tobacco and foreign cigarette. Strippers danced naked on the poleswhile touching their sensitive body parts.

A man who was clad in a wine tuxedo sat at the head of the table. Two guns where placed in front of him as he examined a third gun. It was made with pure gold and had the carvings of a viper on the grip.

"It's... average."