Chapter 1 Kisses, Killings and Strawberries

KISSES AND STRAWBERRIES

{When Danger Meets Desire}

By Silva Tim

Chapter 1 : Kisses , Killings and Strawberries

ITALY – QUIET NEIGHBORHOOD

In a quiet neighborhood, a tall, fitted guy stood staring blankly at some things on the floor.

He took his gun and pocketed it at his back, then looked at the strawberries beside the dead guys on the floor, their blood pooling attractively around them. He scowled before walking off.

"Gosh, that's a waste. They weren't even worth it," he said coldly as he walked slowly. The chilly wind blew his hair backward, revealing his perfectly handsome face, a cross necklace dangling on his neck.

A fragile, innocent-looking girl kept following him, clutching the ripped gown that barely covered her exposed thighs and chest.

"I told you to stop following me," he said in his cold voice.

"Why? But you saved me from those rapists," she muttered.

"Let me get this straight into that dumb skull of yours. I didn't save you. I just felt like it," he replied blankly, darkness oozing from his cold voice.

"But..." she mumbled as he moved toward her.

His dark aura, yet strawberry scent, followed him until he got to her, bringing his face closer.

Surprisingly, she stared him in the eye without flinching, but her heart was beating so fast it might jump out of her chest.

"Say one more thing, and I'll kill you," he said in a threatening voice as she gulped.

"Well, this is my last killing here in Italy, so you won't get to see me anymore," he added.

"So you're leaving me now?" she mumbled.

"What? You're gonna follow a mafia?" he smirked.

"But you're my savior. I wanted to repay you for saving my life," she responded.

"Oh? Why don't you repay me right now?" he said, stepping closer.

"How can I do that? I don't think I-" she was saying when he pulled her closer by the waist and smashed his lips onto hers.

She gasped into the kiss, shocked, while he dealt with her lips quickly. All she could do was stand still.

After the long, fast kiss, he broke it and, for the first time, smiled.

"Remember this all your life. That's how you repay me," he said with his usual side smirk.

His eyes caught her exposed cleavage, and she quickly used her hands to cover it, staring down while biting her lip.

He took off his black jacket and draped it over her shoulders. She held it, quickly zipping it up, inhaling his intoxicating strawberry scent.

"You got my jacket. You should be honored," he said with his usual smirk.

"Thank you so much. You're my lifesaver," she muttered.

"Sure I am, but you won't find anyone like me every day, so be strong," he said.

"I'll be strong," she responded slowly.

"Not my problem," he said blankly before walking away, leaving her there.

"Was he not just nice right now? How did he change in a second?"

"Psycho," she muttered, inhaling the strawberry scent from his jacket.

"By the way, I'm Tamara!" she shouted.

Kenzo scoffed and walked his way.

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NEXT DAY – ST. MICHAEL CATHOLIC CHURCH

Inside the church, a man in his late fifties with very long white hair, a white beard, and tattoos all over his arms knelt before the statue of Jesus Christ, praying.

The K Siblings entered.

The first son, Kevin Veneto, had a thick black beard with tattoos covering his arms. A thick marijuana wrap stuck at the corner of his lips, and the way he walked screamed danger. He was the underboss of the Veneto organization.

The second daughter, Kayla Veneto, had a beautiful baby-like face. She wore a short flared skirt and a crop top with short clingy shorts beneath. Piercings adorned her ears, nose, lips, and even eyebrows. She had no tattoos, and strangers might mistake her for a nice girl, but she definitely wasn't.

A lollipop in her mouth made her look ruthlessly sexy.

The third son, Kenzo Veneto, wore ripped jeans and an unbuttoned shirt, revealing the cobra tattoo on his chest. His long black hair was crazily styled, adding to his dangerous boy look. No tattoos marked his outer body, but the strawberry scent followed him as he stepped in.

His blank face never shifted, and a black mask covered it. He was the only one wearing a mask for unknown reasons. Only his siblings and father had seen his real face.

Even other mafia organizations didn't know his face.

You could immediately tell he was a crazy hottie.

"Didn't Don tell you not to smoke in the church?" Kayla said to Kevin.

Kevin turned to her, glaring. "Don't tell me that, bitch," he snapped, taking the marijuana out of his mouth and putting out the light.

"Pick it up," the man in his fifties said as he stood upright.

"Father," they all said, bowing instantly.

"Pick the cigar up, Kevin," Capo said calmly. He was the boss of the Veneto organization.

"Yes, Father." Kevin obeyed and picked it up.

Kenzo dropped a suitcase on the table, revealing shiny gold bars. Capo smiled. Gold bars no longer surprised him.

"Good work on yesterday's mission," Capo said, standing upright with his black staff.

"Thank you, Father," they chorused, heads bowed.

"The rest of the suitcases are in the back of your car," Kenzo added.

"All right, Poison," Don replied.

He called him Poison because he had personally trained him, giving him that name since he killed like a poisonous snake, leaving no trace.

"Occhio per occhio (An eye for an eye)," Capo said in Italian.

"Morte per morte (Death for death)," they chorused.

"All right. Leave me and Poison alone. You can return to the castle," Capo ordered.

"Yes, Father," they chorused and left.

"I still can't get over this shit. Why does Father always talk to him alone?" Kevin said angrily outside.

"You need to chill out, man," Kayla snarled.

"Watch how you talk to me, or I'll kill you right here," Kevin shot back.

"Try it and see what happens," Kayla said, pulling out her pistols.

"Should we start shooting at each other and see who wins?" Kevin smirked, pulling out his pistol.

The men in black, about twenty-nine of them, stood by watching.

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Back in the church:

"I heard you killed a bunch of guys yesterday," Capo said.

"Yeah, I did," Kenzo replied.

"I mean, you saved a girl. You need to stop your hatred for rapists," Capo said.

"Yes, Capo," Kenzo answered.

"All right. You have another job tonight at 8 p.m. Kill Michael. I have another reverend for my church," Capo chuckled darkly.

"Yes, Capo," Kenzo replied.

"That's all. Get out," Capo dismissed him.

"Yes, Capo." Kenzo walked out.

Outside, Kayla stood waiting, licking her lollipop while eyeing him lustfully. More men in black surrounded them.

"I was waiting for you," she said with a smile.

"Okay," Kenzo replied, walking to his superbike and putting on dark sunglasses.

"I got mine," Kayla smirked, also putting on hers.

He hopped on, and as the engine roared, she was about to climb on when he sped away crazily.

"Damn that crazy guy!" she yelled, then smiled. "Well, that's part of his charm." She hopped on her superbike, ignited it, and sped away.

---

Inside the church:

A man in a black suit walked in.

"Boss," the man said, bowing. He was the only one who still called him that since they had been friends since childhood.

"Consigliere," Capo greeted.

"Yes, Boss," the Consigliere replied.

"I'm going to make real use of him hiding his face," Capo said suddenly.

"How, Boss?" the Consigliere asked.

"I'm going to make him extort all the money from his family," Capo said.

"Then we still need to wipe more of his memories," the Consigliere noted.

"He won't remember anyway," Capo smiled devilishly.

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10 P.M. – A DARK CLUBHOUSE

Kenzo stepped into the clubhouse with a smile. There was always excitement in him when it was time to kill.

Music boomed from every speaker, sluts roamed the club, and gambling, smoking, and sex took over the corners. Everything illegal happened there.

"He's on your right," a voice said through his earpiece.

"Okay, F," Kenzo muttered, moving right.

He saw guards, fully armed. As one tried to stop him, Kenzo grabbed his arm, breaking it with a crack.

"Arghhhh!" the guard screamed.

Other guards pointed guns, but Kenzo swiftly threw daggers, taking them down instantly.

The reverend, sitting with sluts on a dark couch, flinched as he saw him.

"Poison," the reverend stammered.

Kenzo smiled devilishly, walking forward.

The reverend dropped to his knees. "I will never betray Capo again! I only did it for family, please spare me!" he pleaded, shaking.

"I don't give second chances." Kenzo pulled out his gun.

"Sei morto (You're dead)," Kenzo said in Italian, shooting him in the neck. Blood spurted as he fell dead.

"Ahhh!" the sluts screamed and fled. The rest of the club emptied, leaving Kenzo with the remaining guards.

"Boss!" they shouted, dropping to their knees.

"Fucking good choice," Kenzo smiled darkly.

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TWO YEARS LATER – VENETO RESIDENCE – KENZO'S SUITE

Inside the suite, everything was black: the bed, chairs, curtains, even the six sluts satisfying his needs, while his strawberry scent filled the room.

They were sucking him eagerly.

"Faster," his cold voice commanded, and they obeyed.

The door opened, and Franklin, his hacker, guard, assistant, and mission handler, walked in.

"Poison," Franklin bowed.

"What is it, F?" Kenzo asked, the sluts still at work.

"Actually, 'F' sounds like 'fuck'," Franklin muttered.

"You said something?" Kenzo asked coldly.

"Ugh, Don wants you in the dark room," Franklin said.

"Aight, I'll be there," Kenzo replied.

"He wants you there now."

"I'll be fucking there," Kenzo snapped, glaring.

"Sure," Franklin said, quickly leaving. "Ah, scary," he muttered.

"F!" Kenzo called.

"Yeah, boss?" Franklin returned.

"Go get me my fruits," Kenzo ordered.

"Yes, boss," Franklin said and left.

"Get out!" Kenzo said calmly.

"Yes, my lord!" The sluts grabbed their clothes and rushed out.

Kenzo stood, his length moving as he walked to the shelf, lighting a cigarette.

"I wonder what that man wants now," he mumbled, heading to the bathroom.

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DARK ROOM

"Father," Kenzo greeted as he entered.

"You're here," Don said, puffing smoke from the couch.

"You called for me," Kenzo said.

"Yeah. Your mission starts tomorrow."

"The one in Germany?"

"Yes," Don replied. "Your passport is ready. When you get there, see yourself as the man's son and gain his trust, then extort all his money."

"Okay, but I'm still wondering how I look exactly like his missing son, with the same name and face."

"He's been looking for his missing son. For this mission, you're that son. We need to drain all his money and assets. He's the richest in eight counties. Don't make mistakes," the Consigliere said, entering.

"Aight, I get it, but-"

"But what?" the Consigliere cut in.

"I'm taking F with me," Kenzo said.

"You can't-"

"He can take him," Don interrupted.

"Capo-"

"Take him, but make no mistakes, or you know the consequences," Don said.

"Yes, Father."

"Get out now," Don dismissed him.

"Weird," Kenzo mumbled as he walked away.

"So he's going on a long-term mission, huh? Cool." Kayla smirked from her hiding place before leaving.

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NEXT DAY – FRANKFURT AIRPORT, GERMANY

The plane landed, and Kenzo stepped out, dressed in all black with his mask on, while Franklin carried the luggage.

"He can't even help," Franklin scoffed inwardly.

"You said something?" Kenzo asked, walking ahead, his cross chain dangling.

"No, Poison," Franklin chuckled awkwardly.

"Sure."

"Uh, will I still call you Poison when we get there?" Franklin asked.

"I'll let it pass when we aren't alone, but if we're alone and you call my name, man, I'll break your balls," Kenzo said with a scary smile.

"Yes, Poison," Franklin gulped.

Men in black rushed over.

"Welcome, Young Master Kenzo," they bowed.

Kenzo nodded, and they collected the luggage.

"This way. Mr. Hernandez is waiting in the car," one of the guards said.

"That's my fake father," Kenzo mumbled inwardly.

"We'll be rich for months," Franklin whispered with a grin.

They approached a black limousine, and a man in his late fifties stepped out, removing his glasses. His eyes widened as he saw Kenzo.

"My son!" he exclaimed, rushing over and lifting Kenzo's mask.

"It's really you! I finally found you, my son," Mr. Hernandez said, tearing up, tracing his finger on Kenzo's face.

"Is this one crying?" Kenzo scoffed inwardly.

"I finally found you!" Mr. Hernandez pulled him into a hug, and Kenzo felt instant irritation.

Franklin's eyes widened. "He hates hugs," he thought.

"After this damn mission, I'll blow your skull off," Kenzo smirked darkly in his mind.

During the endless hug, one word screamed in Kenzo's mind:

"STRAWBERRIES!!!"

as he watched a girl with long black hair walking by, happily eating a strawberry, looking in her eight years old before running after her mother

"I want it. I want strawberries," he gulped as he watched her put a strawberry in her mouth.

___ T.B.C. ___

....Hermes [Smile]

....Silva Tim