Chapter 2 A Gun to the prince

KISSES AND STRAWBERRIES

{When Danger Meets Desire}

By Silva Tim

Chapter 2 : A Gun to the Prince

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

Franklin noticed Kenzo staring at the girl and instantly understood. He quickly grabbed a strawberry drink from the bag.

"Uhmm, Ken, here," he said slowly.

"Ken?" Kenzo smirked, finally breaking the hug with Mr. Hernandez.

"Yeah, take this, Ken," Franklin replied with a smile, feeling good about calling him by his name, even though he knew he'd be dead later.

"Uhmm, okay," Kenzo muttered, taking the strawberry drink from Franklin.

He gulped down everything immediately.

"So fûçking good," Kenzo said, not realizing he had just sworn in front of Mr. Hernandez.

"What?" Mr. Hernandez raised a brow, hearing him swear.

"Are we going or not?" Kenzo scoffed before stepping into the limousine.

"Gosh, he should at least respect," Franklin muttered.

"Seems you love standing, F?" Kenzo called from inside the car.

"No, no," Franklin rushed in after him.

"He really has lost his memories," Mr. Hernandez said sadly. "But he's still addicted to strawberry drinks," he added with a smile before stepping into the limousine.

"Drive," Mr. Hernandez ordered.

"Yes, sir," the driver replied politely and drove away from the airport. The guards immediately followed in their own cars.

Kenzo stared out the window, thoughts running through his mind.

> "He knows me too well. He knows I love strawberries, knows my scent... this is getting more confusing. What is that man planning?" Kenzo smirked.

"Should we stop at the grocery store to pick up strawberries, drinks, and chips?" Mr. Hernandez suggested with a smile.

"Do what you want," Kenzo replied blankly.

"Everything about you didn't change, except your attitude," Mr. Hernandez said softly.

"Does it hurt your feelings?" Kenzo scoffed.

"Gosh, he's so rude," Franklin mumbled.

"What'd you say, F?" Kenzo shot him a glare.

"Nothing." Franklin forced a smile.

"Better." Kenzo leaned back, and Franklin exhaled.

Mr. Hernandez looked at them and couldn't help but smile.

---

ITALY - VENETO'S EMPIRE - DARK ROOM

Kayla entered the dark room, finding Don smoking a tobacco wrap while reading a newspaper. Men in black stood behind him, guarding silently.

"Father!" Kayla called.

"What is it?" Don asked without looking up.

"Why did you send Kenzo to his family? What if he finds out?!" Kayla snapped.

"Are you scolding me right now?"

"Yeah, why would you? You know how poison is. If he finds out, he'll find a way to put a gun to your neck, just like you taught him." Kayla smirked.

"Do you have a death wish, Kayla?!" Don roared.

"No, I don't. All I know is, I'm also moving to Germany. Send hitmen if you want, but you know me-you won't get away with it." Kayla turned and stormed out.

She found Kevin outside the room.

"Go back inside and apologize to Father!" he snapped.

"I should do what? I ain't going anywhere. Get the fûçk outta my way." Kayla pushed past him and walked away.

"That bitch." Kevin cursed under his breath. He walked back into the dark room.

"Father, will you just let her be?" Kevin said.

"Just let her be. She's obsessed with Poison, so she'll do anything to get him. Let her have her fun." Don smiled devilishly.

"Oh, I get it." Kevin also smirked.

"I'll still use both of them in Germany. They'll get exchanges for me there and do other crazy things," Don said.

"Sure. You're the best, Father." Kevin lit his marijuana stick, taking a deep drag.

---

HERNANDEZ ESTATE - WHITE RESIDENCE

The estate had five or six mansions, but Mr. Hernandez loved the white villa, so it became their family home. The limousine drove into the magnificent residence, looking more like a palace, with everything white except the flowers and some cars.

As they stepped out, fireworks lit up the sky. Maids and guards stood waiting for Kenzo. A woman, smiling widely in her early fifties, stood with a young man in his twenties and a small boy around eleven.

"My baby!!!" the woman screamed, rushing to hug Kenzo. As expected, he felt irritated.

> "You'll be the next I kill when I'm done with this shît," he thought.

"My baby," she cried softly.

"Oh gosh, come on. I hate seeing people cry over things that don't matter. It's annoying." Kenzo rolled his eyes.

"Woah, my man got wild after seventeen years," the young man chuckled.

"Do you not remember me, baby?" the woman asked.

"Hmmm, I don't. But this is all I have," Kenzo replied, showing her a burnt photo of her, the fake Kenzo, Mr. Hernandez, and the young man.

"I gave you this picture, remember?" Mrs. Hernandez said.

"Well, I don't." Kenzo replied blankly.

"Yeah, the man said it," Mrs. Hernandez responded.

"Said what? What man?" Kenzo asked.

"The man who took you in. We've been looking for you secretly, not with the cops. I paid someone to find you, and now you're here. I'm so happy." Mr. Hernandez's eyes teared up as he smiled.

"Oh gosh." Kenzo stepped away and walked inside.

"You became more handsome, my son!" Mrs. Hernandez called after him.

"That's one thing I'm proud of. Best face ever," Kenzo boasted, walking into the mansion.

The eleven-year-old boy, Liam, stared at Kenzo as he walked in.

"Man, he's got the personality I love." Dylan, the twenty-two-year-old, smiled and followed him.

"He still has the scent and everything, just his personality changed," Mrs. Hernandez sighed.

"Yeah, he needs to remember everything," Mr. Hernandez said.

Franklin walked over and bowed slightly.

"Who are you?" Mrs. Hernandez asked.

"My comrade," Kenzo replied, reappearing.

"Oh," Mr. Hernandez nodded.

"He lived with us before the man took me when I was seventeen. That's his father," Kenzo explained.

"Yeah, my father," Franklin mumbled.

"Go ahead, come in," Mrs. Hernandez smiled.

"Sure." Kenzo led the way, Franklin following. Mr. and Mrs. Hernandez came behind them while guards dragged in the luggage.

> "Father really planned everything out. I'm just gonna get all the fûçking money from him," Kenzo whispered to Franklin.

"That's why he's Don." Franklin smirked.

"Shut up, F." Kenzo scoffed and walked ahead.

"Gosh, that @sshole," Franklin mumbled.

"You didn't say anything, right?" Kenzo's voice turned dark.

"No, I didn't." Franklin smiled quickly.

"Better." Kenzo snarled, walking off. Franklin scoffed and followed.

"He really has a good comrade." Mrs. Hernandez wiped tears, smiling.

"Come on, you know your son hates when someone cries," Mr. Hernandez teased.

"Shut up!" Mrs. Hernandez snapped, walking inside.

"What did I do?" Mr. Hernandez muttered, following her.

---

PETERSEN NOODLES RESTAURANT

PETERSEN wasn't just any noodle shop-it was the noodle spot, with customers lining up outside waiting to get in. The restaurant was run by a family of five: the father (late forties), the mother (early forties), Lydia (26), Tamara (23), and Aaron (19).

Lydia, jobless, helped run the shop. Tamara, beautiful with a round face and long black hair, was still in college, paying her own fees while helping at the restaurant. Aaron, the spoiled brat, hated working there but often got forced.

Inside, the father chopped ingredients while the mother cooked noodles.

"Two plates of noodles, Mom!" Lydia called.

"Coming right up!" Mrs. Petersen replied.

Customers ate heartily as Lydia shouted, "Tamara, stop eating those strawberries and help serve customers!"

"I'm coming," Tamara rolled her eyes, walking over.

"In five minutes, I'm out of here," she warned Lydia.

"Shut up. You're not leaving until you finish serving," Lydia snapped.

"I don't care." Tamara scoffed, heading to the kitchen to grab a tray of hot, delicious noodles.

"Did you just scoff at me?!" Lydia threatened, raising her hand.

"Hit me, and I'll pour this on you. Be ready for ruined skin," Tamara shot back.

"What? I'm your elder sister!" Lydia yelled.

"Go cry to your mommy." Tamara scowled, serving the customers with a fake smile.

"Here's your noodles," she said sweetly before walking back and removing her apron.

"My five minutes are up." She tossed the apron at Lydia, grabbed her jacket, and left.

She's crazy.

I love her.

She's not just hot; she's fine.

Just my type.

"Aaron!!!" Lydia screamed.

"What?!" Aaron shouted back, gaming on his phone.

"Come and serve customers!" Lydia yelled, throwing the apron at him.

"Gosh!" Aaron rolled his eyes and ran out.

"Mummy!" Lydia stormed into the kitchen.

"What is it now?" Mrs. Petersen asked.

"Aaron and Tamara left! Who's going to serve?!" Lydia complained.

"You are," Mrs. Petersen said calmly.

"Mum!!!"

"Don't 'Mum' me. Go take orders." Mrs. Petersen waved her off.

"Ahhh!" Lydia screamed in frustration and stomped out.

"Tamara left again," Mrs. Petersen sighed.

"Let her be. She's funding herself." Mr. Petersen shrugged.

"Gosh." Mrs. Petersen rolled her eyes.

---

8 PM - HERNANDEZ RESIDENCE

Kenzo came downstairs, dressed in a black hoodie, jeans, and black sneakers, looking effortlessly hot.

"Come on, are you a grim reaper?" Dylan laughed.

"Do you have a death wish?" Kenzo glared.

"Now you're really acting like one." Dylan smirked.

"You're just a wimp." Kenzo scoffed.

"I'm glad you're back, though. Now Dad will stop forcing me to train to be CEO. You're still a genius, right?" Dylan grinned.

Kenzo scowled, about to walk off, but Dylan hugged him from behind.

"This feels awkward, but thanks for coming back to us," Dylan said softly.

"Get off me." Kenzo pushed him away.

"Baby, where are you going?" Mrs. Hernandez called from the stairs.

"Just stepping out," he replied.

"It's late."

"No, don't worry. I'm good," Kenzo replied.

"No, you're not. You're going with the guards," Mrs. Hernandez insisted.

"Gosh, I don't need guards."

"He doesn't, Mom. I'll go with him." Dylan stepped in.

"I'll go too," Franklin added.

"Okay, but come back safely," Mrs. Hernandez said.

"Sure."

"Hey, any superbike?" Kenzo asked Dylan.

"Nah, we don't use superbikes here." Dylan laughed.

"You need one?" Mr. Hernandez appeared, holding out a credit card.

"Yeah, a crazy one," Kenzo replied curtly.

"Here's your card. When you're back, we need to talk." Mr. Hernandez handed it to him.

"Okay." Kenzo walked off, Dylan and Franklin following. From the stairs, Liam, the eleven-year-old, watched him leave silently.

---

AN ICE CREAM SHOP

"You both can wait here. I'm going in," Kenzo said, stepping out of Dylan's car.

"Alright, I don't do ice cream anyway." Dylan shrugged.

"Okay." Kenzo walked off.

"Do you smell strawberries?" Dylan asked Franklin.

"Yeah, that's his scent," Franklin replied.

"Man, he's still a strawberry weirdo." Dylan laughed, and Franklin chuckled.

Kenzo entered the ice cream shop, girls inside immediately staring.

He's so handsome.

So hot.

I want him.

Damn, he's fine.

Kenzo scoffed and went to the counter. "Strawberry flavor," he ordered.

"Okay," the man replied.

Tamara entered, wearing a mask. She eyed Kenzo from behind.

"Expensive clothes, expensive watch, expensive shoes... definitely a rich kid. I'mma get money from this one." She grinned.

Standing beside him, she looked tiny next to him.

"How is he so tall?" she thought.

"No time for this." Tamara pulled a gun secretly from her bag and pointed it at his stomach, unnoticed.

Kenzo felt the cold metal press against his side. He smiled devilishly, glancing down at the small girl beside him.

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

___ T.B.C ___

... Hermes [Smile]

... Silva Tim

KISSES AND STRAWBERRIES

{When Danger Meets Desire}

By Silva Tim

Chapter 2 : A Gun to the Prince

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

Franklin noticed Kenzo staring at the girl and instantly understood. He quickly grabbed a strawberry drink from the bag.

"Uhmm, Ken, here," he said slowly.

"Ken?" Kenzo smirked, finally breaking the hug with Mr. Hernandez.

"Yeah, take this, Ken," Franklin replied with a smile, feeling good about calling him by his name, even though he knew he'd be dead later.

"Uhmm, okay," Kenzo muttered, taking the strawberry drink from Franklin.

He gulped down everything immediately.

"So fûçking good," Kenzo said, not realizing he had just sworn in front of Mr. Hernandez.

"What?" Mr. Hernandez raised a brow, hearing him swear.

"Are we going or not?" Kenzo scoffed before stepping into the limousine.

"Gosh, he should at least respect," Franklin muttered.

"Seems you love standing, F?" Kenzo called from inside the car.

"No, no," Franklin rushed in after him.

"He really has lost his memories," Mr. Hernandez said sadly. "But he's still addicted to strawberry drinks," he added with a smile before stepping into the limousine.

"Drive," Mr. Hernandez ordered.

"Yes, sir," the driver replied politely and drove away from the airport. The guards immediately followed in their own cars.

Kenzo stared out the window, thoughts running through his mind.

> "He knows me too well. He knows I love strawberries, knows my scent... this is getting more confusing. What is that man planning?" Kenzo smirked.

"Should we stop at the grocery store to pick up strawberries, drinks, and chips?" Mr. Hernandez suggested with a smile.

"Do what you want," Kenzo replied blankly.

"Everything about you didn't change, except your attitude," Mr. Hernandez said softly.

"Does it hurt your feelings?" Kenzo scoffed.

"Gosh, he's so rude," Franklin mumbled.

"What'd you say, F?" Kenzo shot him a glare.

"Nothing." Franklin forced a smile.

"Better." Kenzo leaned back, and Franklin exhaled.

Mr. Hernandez looked at them and couldn't help but smile.

---

ITALY - VENETO'S EMPIRE - DARK ROOM

Kayla entered the dark room, finding Don smoking a tobacco wrap while reading a newspaper. Men in black stood behind him, guarding silently.

"Father!" Kayla called.

"What is it?" Don asked without looking up.

"Why did you send Kenzo to his family? What if he finds out?!" Kayla snapped.

"Are you scolding me right now?"

"Yeah, why would you? You know how poison is. If he finds out, he'll find a way to put a gun to your neck, just like you taught him." Kayla smirked.

"Do you have a death wish, Kayla?!" Don roared.

"No, I don't. All I know is, I'm also moving to Germany. Send hitmen if you want, but you know me-you won't get away with it." Kayla turned and stormed out.

She found Kevin outside the room.

"Go back inside and apologize to Father!" he snapped.

"I should do what? I ain't going anywhere. Get the fûçk outta my way." Kayla pushed past him and walked away.

"That bitch." Kevin cursed under his breath. He walked back into the dark room.

"Father, will you just let her be?" Kevin said.

"Just let her be. She's obsessed with Poison, so she'll do anything to get him. Let her have her fun." Don smiled devilishly.

"Oh, I get it." Kevin also smirked.

"I'll still use both of them in Germany. They'll get exchanges for me there and do other crazy things," Don said.

"Sure. You're the best, Father." Kevin lit his marijuana stick, taking a deep drag.

---

HERNANDEZ ESTATE - WHITE RESIDENCE

The estate had five or six mansions, but Mr. Hernandez loved the white villa, so it became their family home. The limousine drove into the magnificent residence, looking more like a palace, with everything white except the flowers and some cars.

As they stepped out, fireworks lit up the sky. Maids and guards stood waiting for Kenzo. A woman, smiling widely in her early fifties, stood with a young man in his twenties and a small boy around eleven.

"My baby!!!" the woman screamed, rushing to hug Kenzo. As expected, he felt irritated.

> "You'll be the next I kill when I'm done with this shît," he thought.

"My baby," she cried softly.

"Oh gosh, come on. I hate seeing people cry over things that don't matter. It's annoying." Kenzo rolled his eyes.

"Woah, my man got wild after seventeen years," the young man chuckled.

"Do you not remember me, baby?" the woman asked.

"Hmmm, I don't. But this is all I have," Kenzo replied, showing her a burnt photo of her, the fake Kenzo, Mr. Hernandez, and the young man.

"I gave you this picture, remember?" Mrs. Hernandez said.

"Well, I don't." Kenzo replied blankly.

"Yeah, the man said it," Mrs. Hernandez responded.

"Said what? What man?" Kenzo asked.

"The man who took you in. We've been looking for you secretly, not with the cops. I paid someone to find you, and now you're here. I'm so happy." Mr. Hernandez's eyes teared up as he smiled.

"Oh gosh." Kenzo stepped away and walked inside.

"You became more handsome, my son!" Mrs. Hernandez called after him.

"That's one thing I'm proud of. Best face ever," Kenzo boasted, walking into the mansion.

The eleven-year-old boy, Liam, stared at Kenzo as he walked in.

"Man, he's got the personality I love." Dylan, the twenty-two-year-old, smiled and followed him.

"He still has the scent and everything, just his personality changed," Mrs. Hernandez sighed.

"Yeah, he needs to remember everything," Mr. Hernandez said.

Franklin walked over and bowed slightly.

"Who are you?" Mrs. Hernandez asked.

"My comrade," Kenzo replied, reappearing.

"Oh," Mr. Hernandez nodded.

"He lived with us before the man took me when I was seventeen. That's his father," Kenzo explained.

"Yeah, my father," Franklin mumbled.

"Go ahead, come in," Mrs. Hernandez smiled.

"Sure." Kenzo led the way, Franklin following. Mr. and Mrs. Hernandez came behind them while guards dragged in the luggage.

> "Father really planned everything out. I'm just gonna get all the fûçking money from him," Kenzo whispered to Franklin.

"That's why he's Don." Franklin smirked.

"Shut up, F." Kenzo scoffed and walked ahead.

"Gosh, that @sshole," Franklin mumbled.

"You didn't say anything, right?" Kenzo's voice turned dark.

"No, I didn't." Franklin smiled quickly.

"Better." Kenzo snarled, walking off. Franklin scoffed and followed.

"He really has a good comrade." Mrs. Hernandez wiped tears, smiling.

"Come on, you know your son hates when someone cries," Mr. Hernandez teased.

"Shut up!" Mrs. Hernandez snapped, walking inside.

"What did I do?" Mr. Hernandez muttered, following her.

---

PETERSEN NOODLES RESTAURANT

PETERSEN wasn't just any noodle shop-it was the noodle spot, with customers lining up outside waiting to get in. The restaurant was run by a family of five: the father (late forties), the mother (early forties), Lydia (26), Tamara (23), and Aaron (19).

Lydia, jobless, helped run the shop. Tamara, beautiful with a round face and long black hair, was still in college, paying her own fees while helping at the restaurant. Aaron, the spoiled brat, hated working there but often got forced.

Inside, the father chopped ingredients while the mother cooked noodles.

"Two plates of noodles, Mom!" Lydia called.

"Coming right up!" Mrs. Petersen replied.

Customers ate heartily as Lydia shouted, "Tamara, stop eating those strawberries and help serve customers!"

"I'm coming," Tamara rolled her eyes, walking over.

"In five minutes, I'm out of here," she warned Lydia.

"Shut up. You're not leaving until you finish serving," Lydia snapped.

"I don't care." Tamara scoffed, heading to the kitchen to grab a tray of hot, delicious noodles.

"Did you just scoff at me?!" Lydia threatened, raising her hand.

"Hit me, and I'll pour this on you. Be ready for ruined skin," Tamara shot back.

"What? I'm your elder sister!" Lydia yelled.

"Go cry to your mommy." Tamara scowled, serving the customers with a fake smile.

"Here's your noodles," she said sweetly before walking back and removing her apron.

"My five minutes are up." She tossed the apron at Lydia, grabbed her jacket, and left.

She's crazy.

I love her.

She's not just hot; she's fine.

Just my type.

"Aaron!!!" Lydia screamed.

"What?!" Aaron shouted back, gaming on his phone.

"Come and serve customers!" Lydia yelled, throwing the apron at him.

"Gosh!" Aaron rolled his eyes and ran out.

"Mummy!" Lydia stormed into the kitchen.

"What is it now?" Mrs. Petersen asked.

"Aaron and Tamara left! Who's going to serve?!" Lydia complained.

"You are," Mrs. Petersen said calmly.

"Mum!!!"

"Don't 'Mum' me. Go take orders." Mrs. Petersen waved her off.

"Ahhh!" Lydia screamed in frustration and stomped out.

"Tamara left again," Mrs. Petersen sighed.

"Let her be. She's funding herself." Mr. Petersen shrugged.

"Gosh." Mrs. Petersen rolled her eyes.

---

8 PM - HERNANDEZ RESIDENCE

Kenzo came downstairs, dressed in a black hoodie, jeans, and black sneakers, looking effortlessly hot.

"Come on, are you a grim reaper?" Dylan laughed.

"Do you have a death wish?" Kenzo glared.

"Now you're really acting like one." Dylan smirked.

"You're just a wimp." Kenzo scoffed.

"I'm glad you're back, though. Now Dad will stop forcing me to train to be CEO. You're still a genius, right?" Dylan grinned.

Kenzo scowled, about to walk off, but Dylan hugged him from behind.

"This feels awkward, but thanks for coming back to us," Dylan said softly.

"Get off me." Kenzo pushed him away.

"Baby, where are you going?" Mrs. Hernandez called from the stairs.

"Just stepping out," he replied.

"It's late."

"No, don't worry. I'm good," Kenzo replied.

"No, you're not. You're going with the guards," Mrs. Hernandez insisted.

"Gosh, I don't need guards."

"He doesn't, Mom. I'll go with him." Dylan stepped in.

"I'll go too," Franklin added.

"Okay, but come back safely," Mrs. Hernandez said.

"Sure."

"Hey, any superbike?" Kenzo asked Dylan.

"Nah, we don't use superbikes here." Dylan laughed.

"You need one?" Mr. Hernandez appeared, holding out a credit card.

"Yeah, a crazy one," Kenzo replied curtly.

"Here's your card. When you're back, we need to talk." Mr. Hernandez handed it to him.

"Okay." Kenzo walked off, Dylan and Franklin following. From the stairs, Liam, the eleven-year-old, watched him leave silently.

---

AN ICE CREAM SHOP

"You both can wait here. I'm going in," Kenzo said, stepping out of Dylan's car.

"Alright, I don't do ice cream anyway." Dylan shrugged.

"Okay." Kenzo walked off.

"Do you smell strawberries?" Dylan asked Franklin.

"Yeah, that's his scent," Franklin replied.

"Man, he's still a strawberry weirdo." Dylan laughed, and Franklin chuckled.

Kenzo entered the ice cream shop, girls inside immediately staring.

He's so handsome.

So hot.

I want him.

Damn, he's fine.

Kenzo scoffed and went to the counter. "Strawberry flavor," he ordered.

"Okay," the man replied.

Tamara entered, wearing a mask. She eyed Kenzo from behind.

> "Expensive clothes, expensive watch, expensive shoes... definitely a rich kid. I'mma get money from this one." She grinned.

Standing beside him, she looked tiny next to him.

> "How is he so tall?" she thought.

> "No time for this." Tamara pulled a gun secretly from her bag and pointed it at his stomach, unnoticed.

Kenzo felt the cold metal press against his side. He smiled devilishly, glancing down at the small girl beside him.

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

___ T.B.C ___

... Hermes [Smile]

... Silva Tim