KISSES 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.

---

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.

---

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.

---

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.

---

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.

---

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.

---

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

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.

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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 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.

---

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.

---

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.

---

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.

---

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.

---

___ T.B.C ___

...Hermes[Smile]

...Silva Tim.