Chapter 3 The Taste of Danger

KISSES AND STRAWBERRIES

{When Danger Meets Desire}

By Silva Tim

Chapter 3 : The Taste of Danger

"Make a sound, and I'll kill you," Tamara whispered threateningly.

"You sure about that?" Kenzo smirked.

The moment his cold voice came out, something triggered in her head.

"Get in that restroom," she ordered.

"I don't think that's necessary. I need to take my ice cream. If I don't get it now, it's something else," he said.

"You don't wanna die, do you?" Tamara snapped.

"Sure, I don't." Kenzo smiled as he walked to the male restroom.

"You're laughing? You've got the liver to do that?" she scoffed, following him.

They both entered the restroom.

"This is dangerous. We're the only ones here. I might really kill you," Kenzo said blankly.

"Shut up! Take out your phone. Give me your watch now," Tamara yelled.

"If I don't take that strawberry ice cream right now, you're gonna pay with your life," he said, and surprisingly, her heart skipped a beat.

"Strawberry?" she muttered.

"Yeah, my strawberry ice cream?" His voice came out cool and deep.

Tamara recognized the voice immediately. She sniffed the air, inhaling the strawberry scent.

"You..." Tamara muttered, but Kenzo already snatched the gun from her in a second.

"It's fake?!" he exclaimed angrily, throwing the gun aside.

"Strawberry Mafia?!" Tamara said, shocked.

"What?" Kenzo frowned.

"Gosh, I can't let him see my face right now," she thought, but Kenzo grabbed her by the jacket, turning her around so her chest slammed into his.

Tamara gasped as he pulled off her mask instantly.

"I know you," he said slowly, trying to remember her face.

"No, you don't," Tamara retorted, about to hit him, but Kenzo blocked it immediately.

"That's a no-go area to hit me," he said, his tone poisonous.

Tamara pushed him away and rushed out.

"Hey, wench!!!" Kenzo yelled.

"Sorry!!!" Tamara shouted back as she ran off.

"I know her... she became a little wolfie," he said with a small smile.

"Gosh, whatever. Next time, I'll kill her with a real gun," Kenzo muttered as he walked out of the restroom.

"Strawberry flavor," he said when he got to the counter.

"You made me take out one before, and you didn't pay," the vendor complained.

"Gimme what I want, old man. I'll pay," Kenzo said with a glare.

"Gosh, so scary," the man muttered as he quickly got to work.

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THE NEXT DAY – DYLAN'S GYM

The gym was Dylan's pride, the only thing Mr. Hernandez was proud of in him. It was the biggest and most popular gym in the city, with even celebrities frequently visiting.

Kenzo could be seen exercising on the hammer strength, wearing a black singlet, black joggers, and black sneakers. His biceps and triceps bulged as he worked out, his breaths steady, sweat dripping down his body, making him look hot enough for the girls in the gym to drool.

He's smoking hot.

Where did this new guy come from?

I want him.

So freaking handsome.

Look at those biceps.

I wanna have him.

Dylan walked over. "Take a rest, bro," he said, handing him a water bottle.

"You don't tell me what to do," Kenzo replied blankly.

"Gosh, man," Dylan sighed.

"You should take a break. Your father asked you to see him this morning," Franklin said, walking over.

"What does he want?" Kenzo asked.

"Wow, you really got crazier. You used to be the respectable brother, but now you're bad," Dylan laughed.

"That was the wrong me. This is the right me," Kenzo replied, continuing his exercise.

"These girls keep staring at you. Are they here for you?" Dylan asked.

"Yeah, they obviously want this hot guy," Kenzo replied boastfully.

"Yeah, but I'm the one they usually stared at. It's gonna be hard going out with you," Dylan said.

"Does it hurt your feelings?"

"Of course it does. I'm going to school." Dylan scowled, walking away.

"He goes to school?" Kenzo asked.

"Yeah, he's still a college student," Franklin replied.

"That's his problem." Kenzo shrugged.

"I want him. Get his number for me?" a lady whispered to her manager while she did her leg exercises.

"Okay, I will, Charlotte," the manager replied.

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PARKING LOT

Kenzo and Franklin walked to the car, where the driver was waiting.

"Young Master Kenzo." The driver bowed.

Kenzo nodded, about to get into the car, when a girl rushed over. She looked to be in her late twenties.

"Excuse me," she said.

"Yeah, what's it?" Franklin asked.

"Not you. Him." She smiled, pointing at Kenzo.

"Oh." Franklin muttered, stepping into the car.

"Yeah?" Kenzo said flatly.

"My name is Maya-"

"Save it. Why are you here?" Kenzo cut in.

That was rude, Maya thought.

"My boss, Charlotte-the only Charlotte in Germany-asked me to get your phone number," Maya said with a smile.

"What did you say her name was?" Kenzo asked.

"Charlotte of Germany, the hottest, most famous singer in Germany," Maya repeated.

"I don't know her." Kenzo stepped into the car.

"Drive," he instructed.

"Yes, Young Master." The driver drove off immediately.

"Wow." Maya blinked, walking to a white BMW.

"So, where's it?" Charlotte asked, her beautiful face appearing as she chewed gum.

"He said he doesn't know you," Maya replied slowly.

"What? Really?" Charlotte exclaimed.

"Yeah, Charlotte."

"He's playing hard to get. Let's go. I'll get what I want," Charlotte said with a smile.

"Okay." Maya entered the car, and the driver drove off.

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SPRING VALLEY COLLEGE

Spring Valley College was the most prestigious, known for its rich students, although a few scholarship students attended. VIP classes existed for the wealthiest, and the Hernandez family had the highest shares in the school.

Expensive, luxurious cars roared into the premises. Students stepped out with confidence and arrogance as others screamed their names.

A black Porsche roared in.

She's here!

The hottest in Spring Valley!

The Queen is here!

I love you, Camille!

A leg stepped out as the driver opened the door. As Camille emerged, ear-deafening screams grew louder. She smiled arrogantly, her brown hair flowing, her flawless face and figure enough to drive guys crazy.

"Scream more!" Camille laughed.

You're so beautiful, Camille!

I love you so much!

You're the queen!

Two other luxurious cars arrived, and two more pretty girls stepped out.

"Babes!" they screamed, running to her.

I love you, Ariana!

You're so pretty, Wendy!

"Wow, you got the one Chanel bag that arrived in Germany yesterday," Ariana said.

"You're great, girl!" Wendy added.

"Sure I am. This is nothing," Ariana replied boastfully.

A white Benz drove in and came to a sharp halt.

"Camille, your heartthrob is here," Ariana teased. Camille scoffed.

A very handsome guy stepped out, screams growing louder.

Charlie, my man!

Charlie, you're so handsome!

I want you!

Please look at me!

Charlie winked, making some girls nearly faint.

"Camille." He smiled, walking over. "Didn't I make your heart skip?"

Camille scoffed. "No, you didn't, and you won't."

Suddenly, the roaring of a helicopter caught everyone's attention.

Who's that?!

Who else?!

It's Dylan and Damien!

The helicopter landed on the rooftop. Students rushed to the building.

Dylan stepped out, looking handsome in gray jeans, a white shirt, and white sneakers. His friend Damien followed, equally handsome but not like Dylan.

"They're probably waiting for us," Damien said.

"Sure," Dylan replied, then noticed Tamara standing on the rooftop bench, putting out her cigarette.

Just seeing her gave Dylan chills.

"She's pretty, though," Damien commented with a smile.

Tamara turned, her long black hair flowing in the wind. She walked toward them, and they stared.

"What are you both looking at?!" she snapped.

"Nothing!" they replied in unison.

"Gosh, you don't need to scare them like that," Juliette, her best friend, laughed.

"Let's go. They're wimps," Tamara said, walking off with Juliette.

"I'm coming for them," Tamara thought with a smile.

"Gawd, she's scary," Dylan breathed.

"I know, right," Damien agreed.

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9PM – WHITE RESIDENCE, MR. HERNANDEZ'S STUDY

Kenzo was about to walk into Mr. Hernandez's study when his phone beeped.

A message from Don read:

> "There's an exchange tonight by 11 PM at Bloodline in Germany. Be ready. Get the cash and the drugs. Someone will join you. Don't forget your mission."

Kenzo smirked. "Finally, some work." He put his phone away and stepped inside, finding Mr. Hernandez reading the newspaper.

"You're here," Mr. Hernandez said.

"Yeah, what's up?" Kenzo replied.

"Have a seat."

"Make it quick. I need to get somewhere."

"Where are you going?"

"To the club. Don't worry, you're rich, so it's nothing to you," Kenzo said blankly.

"What?! You go to the club?!" Mr. Hernandez exclaimed.

"Yeah. Anything else?"

"So, my innocent Kenzo became a man, going to clubs?" Mr. Hernandez sighed, shaking his head.

"If you're done, I'm leaving." Kenzo walked out of the study.

As he headed upstairs, he caught Liam staring at him.

"What are you looking at?" Kenzo snapped, making Liam retreat into his room.

Kenzo scoffed and went to his room to get dressed.

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LIGHTS OUT – DARK CLUB

Kenzo stepped out of the car in his usual black outfit, about to enter the club when a masked girl suddenly ran up, pushing him back into the car.

She slammed the door shut, breathing heavily as she lay on top of him.

It was Tamara.

"You-" Kenzo started, but Tamara covered his mouth with her hand.

"Shhh," she whispered, her chest pressing against his face as she lay on him.

"You aren't getting away this time, Little Wolfie," he smirked, feeling his cock harden beneath her.

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___ T.B.C ___

...Hermes[Smile]

...Silva Tim.