A Reluctant Agreement!
Fess City: Plant Essence Tea Shop
Kip:
Seated at a table that's far down tucked in a corner on the right of the shop, sipping my tea with my pinky out, you know the elegant way.
Placing down his cup as he is finished with it, staring at me like he wants to shoot me in the face, but hey understandable, one of my rads did kill his bro.
Opening his mouth as he talks with a stern tone, The blue-eyed Pire says, speak. What is it that you want from us? Is it money?
Leaning up straight in my chair, relaxing my right arm on the top of it, I say, before I answer your questions and get this little chat flowing. It's only right to know a person's name you are speaking with.
Quick with his response as irritation is very pronounced on his face, he says, Feyo.
Finally getting his name I then proceed to what he wants to know, raising my left leg over my right, I say, well Mr. Feyo. I'll answer the second question first, no we don't want money from you.
Straight Ing out his cuff links as his eyes never leave mine, harsh with his words, Feyo says, so if money is not what you want. Why target me and my brothers' mob?
Easy for me to reply back with my tone unhesitant, I say, word on the streets says your mob owns this city. And judging by how this little shop were speaking in had such the crowd. But when you showed up everyone just upped and left with no questions asked. So that tells me your mobs influence is lock tight, and my boss likes that.
Gulping just a bit, taking another sip of tea, Feyo says, this boss of yours, who is he? Is he known?
Smirking a tad as I answer back, I say, not necessarily just yet but up and coming. Funny thing is my big B has four territories already and no one even knows what my guy looks like, well of course I do and the people I came with and some others. But that's beside the point, point is, it would be your best interest to be territory number 5, and before you even spew anything out just yet really think about it, do you want to end up like your hot-headed brother.
Silent for a spell as he gazes down at his almost done cup of tea as he ponders my words. Breathing in slightly as his eyes shift up to look me dead in my face, Feyo says while looking reluctant, my mob will be number 5. Because clearly you people are not a group, we want to make an enemy out of, especially after you took out my brother Tegic who has never been easy pickings.
Gesturing forward as I stick out my right hand to Feyo, I say with a condescending voice, smart choice and you won't regret it.
End of Chapter 258