Jᴀɴᴜᴀʀʏ 22, 2024
Alexa sits in her bedroom at the foot of her bed, Phillip is above, on the mattress, while Katya Sharpe and Ryan Fowling is before them, sitting in her soft, cream sofa. They were talking about the pending request of Alessandro Guiseppe, before all ran out of ideas and are now just sitting in silence.
Ryan's heavy sigh breaks the quiet tension and Alexa jumps to her feet to wrap up the meeting. "Okay, for now, we know that there are at least 15 to 20 of them."
"One small ass gang if you ask me..." Ryan mumbles, the same time Katya says, "A piece of cake." The blonde and the brunette looks at each other before laughing. Phillipeño chuckles at their silliness.
"They'll be having a recruitment of two guys soon and every member has to be present for that." Alexa points out, hoping that they'd get what she's implying, but Ryan seems a bit iffy.
Phillip rakes a hand through his hair, stating, "Remember we're supposed to spare the daughter."
"Why can't we just kill her? Ugh!" Katya flops against the arm of the sofa dramatically. Her strawberry blonde waves bury her face.
"She's ruining our plans and she doesn't even know it." Ryan facepalms frustratedly.
Shaking her head, Alexa pats his thigh, "Deal with it," before clapping her hands. "It's bed time. Leave, please."
They all groan like dying whales.
"I wanna sleep here!" The most American one throws his head in Katya's lap, at which she squeals, dropping him face first on the luckily carpeted floor. Ryan gets up, spitting out white fluff.
"Out." Alexa says sternly, jamming a finger towards the door.
The pair, Ryan and Katya, leaves reluctantly and Phillipeño stands, stretching, taking his own little time. "What?" He questions after feeling her glare.
"Aren't you leaving?"
"Sure," he raises both his eyebrows, "but, I want to see you first." At that, she's confused. He adds, "Clearly."
"Um..." Still puzzled, she asks, "How are you going to do that?"
Phillip lifts his hands and start wriggling his long fingers. "Touch."
"That's inappropriate."
"You have a dirty mind. My intentions are completely innocent." He tells her, still wiggling his fingers.
"You're the one making grabby hands!" She argues, turning pink. "My mind isn't dirty."
He watches her look away from him to the floor in embarrassment; his heart rate rises the slightest, like the smirk itching at his lips.
"Please?" He begs after a while.
Alexa sighs helplessly, closing her eyes to clear her head and she steps up to him, "Fine."