"Okay...That's it, I'm not going anywhere until you people tell me what the hell is going on around here and why we need to constantly be on the run!" Chad yells still standing in just his jeans looking like a hot supermodel.
"It's the prophesy Chad! There is a prophesy that went out over Mila and Anna the day they were born, but the prophesy is only for one of them and we're still not sure which one of the twins it is, because for some reason they thought it was Mila... well that was up until you and that wacko friend of yours came into the picture," Tristan said while he throws them each a pistol.
"What prophesy, and what has it got to do with us?" Chad asks again.
"Not now Chad, we have to go!" Mila said, already dressed and standing by the window with the right gear to jump out the window and slide to the ground with a cable. "Come let me help you," she said, and Chad grab his shirt and walk to the window fast while he put his shirt on. Mila's mouth hangs open when she looked at the scene in front of her, "damn your hot, your like...."
"Are you done!" Tristan said, his voice laced with irritation, his face scrunched up with annoyance standing right behind Mila.
Mila jumped, startled by Tristan's sudden presence. Trying to hide her embarrassment, she quickly grabbed the cables and awkwardly attached them to Chad's belt, avoiding eye contact as she focused on the task at hand
"Zero to one...."Chad said and flashed a mischievous smile at Tristan.
"Oh, game on lover boy! Brace yourself for the sweet taste of defeat!" Tristan declared.
"We will see about that Chad growled, and all three of them jump out of the window and they slide down several stories before they reach the ground. This way Chad signaled, and they ran to the underground parking.
Tristan's eyes widened in astonishment as he caught sight of a fleet of stunning sports cars and ask. "Which is yours?"
"All of them," Chad said standing next to the red Ferrari. He hands them each pair of keys, "I will drive this one, Mila you will take the blue and white Porsche, and Tristan you will drive the blue Mustang, they are not standard and are the fastest cars in the city, if you can drive, they will not catch us."
"I thought you are just a photographer Chad?" Tristan's voice filled with amazement.
"There's a lot of things you don't know about me, Tristan, my advice... never to judge a book by its cover," Chad said narrowing his eyes at Tristan.
"Yeah, I can see that," Tristan muttered under his breath.
As Mila beamed with delight and adrenaline surged through her veins she hopped into the driver's seat of the Porsche, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Alright boys, let's roll," her voice bubbling with anticipation.
"Not so fast Mila" Chad said, intercepting her before she could close her door. He pointed at the cars, gesturing towards the two-way radios nestled inside each one. "There are two-way radios in all the cars. We can communicate through them. Here let me help you put yours on."
Mila quickly grabbed the radio and fumbled to attach it as Tristan spoke up. "Alright, let's get going. We'll meet at our usual spot." With determination, he made a beeline for the sleek blue Mustang, sliding into the driver's seat with a surge of excitement. Firmly gripping the wheel, he could feel the anticipation building.
As they each settled into their cars, engines primed and ready, they exchanged a final glance. With a confident grip on the wheel, all three of them ignited their engines and they zoomed out of the underground parking.
Mila's voice crackled through the radio. " Everything looks quiet, boys."
"Yeah, it seems like everything is calm and they didn't follow us," Tristan replied.
As they approached the red traffic light, Mila positioned herself in the middle, with Tristan and Chad on either side. Glancing ahead, her eyes widened at the sight of six cars slowly approaching and stopping at the red light on the opposite side. With a quick nod to Tristan and Chad, she signaled for them to follow her plan.
As soon as the light turned green, Mila swiftly made a left turn, her car leading the way. Tristan and Chad followed suit, their cars speeding after her. Behind them, the gang chasing them mimicked their movements, determined not to lose their target.
The chase intensified, adrenaline flowing through their veins as they skillfully navigate sharp corners and evaded oncoming traffic and pedestrians. The pursuing gang, desperate to catch up, resorted to shooting at them, bullets whizzing past their vehicles.
We need to split up and regroup at our special place! That way, we can lose them faster!" Chad's voice crackled over the two-way radio.
"Copy that," Mila replied, her focus unwavering.
"Roger," Tristan chimed in, determination etched on his face.
With a new plan in place, the trio seamlessly split up, taking different paths in an attempt to ditch their pursuers. Hopes of regrouping heightened their determination as they pushed their cars to the limit, racing through the city's streets.
At the next intersection, they split three ways, and it confused the other gang and they almost bump into each other. They also split and try to follow them but lost them at the next intersection.
"I manage to lose them," Mila said over the radio, her voice filled with relief.
"Yes, me too," Chad replied, his tone mirroring hers.
"So did I, let's meet at the beach house," Tristan suggested, and all three of the revved their engines, speeding towards their agreed location
They arrived at the beach house, walking in together. Chad couldn't help but comment, "Do you really need all this luxury, Tristan? You don't even use half of it."
"Keep your compliments for yourself Chad," Tristan shot back.
"It was an insult, Tristan."
"Same difference Chad."
"Would you boys cut it out," Mila interjected, her voice firm. "We have a lot to talk about and discuss, so you need to behave and work together if we want to stay alive. We need to figure out this prophesy thing," she continued, walking towards the kitchen to grab three glasses in hand, she made her way to the porch.
The trio settled around the table, each with a glass of wine, gazing out over the vast expanse of the ocean.
"Alright start at the beginning and tell me all about the prophesy and what exactly it has to do with me," Chad said swirling his wine around in his glass.
"It's not you Chad it's Phoenix," Mila explained. "But let me start at the beginning.
Chad leaned in, his curiosity piqued. "What? Phoenix?"
"Yes, Phoenix, Chad. As you know by now, my sister and I are heirs to my father's business, which is also part of the Italian mafia," Mila continued, her words hanging in the air.
Chad's eyes widened further, a mixture of shock and shock and concern crossing his face. "I don't like the sound of that Mila, it sounded like you said you'll have to move back to Italy and won't be living here in Singapore anymore..." he interjected.
Mila hesitated, her gaze shifting momentarily. "No, but yes," she finally replied. "You see Chad, when Anna and I were born, this prophecy was revealed. It said, 'Two will become one, and families will reunite, bringing peace over war."
Chad frowned, his brow furrowing in confusion. "Doesn't look like peace to me," he muttered under his breath. "And who are the two that will become one?"
"Patience, Chad," Mila urged, a glint of determination in her eyes. "I'm trying to explain. So listen carefully, Tristan and I met years ago when I was on vacation here in Singapore. Long story short, we fell in love, and that caused a war between our families. You see, Tristan is from the Chinese Triad, and we are supposed to be arch enemies..."
"You hear that, Chad?" Tristan chimed in, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "We fell in love. Looks like one-to-one bro!"
Mila glared at Tristan and continued, "Anyway, Tristan flew to Italy that night. we had everything planed, but when we arrived at the church, someone shot him right in front of me."
Chad's eyes darted between Mila and Tristan, a mix of surprise and skepticism plying on his features, he couldn't help but feel a shiver of unease crawl down his spine. "Wait...so you thought that your and Tristan's relationship was the prophecy but instead it became a war which in turn, Tristan ended up dead?"
Chad leaned forward in his chair, his eyes narrowing with intrigue. A million questions raced through his mind as he tried to make sense of the twisted web of deception and danger that Mila had just unraveled before him.
"So, who was it that tried to kill you, Tristan? Chas asked, his voice filled with a mix of apprehension and curiosity.
Tristan shook his head tiredly, his eyes haunted by the memories of that fateful night. " I don't know. Initially, I thought it was Mila's father, as he never approved of our relationship. But after Mila's recent kidnapping, we realized it couldn't have been him.
Chad's brow furrowed. "Does your father know you are alive?"
Tristan shook his again, a flicker of fear crossing his face. "No, and I intend to keep it that way. If my father discovers I'm alive, not only will I be forced into taking over his criminal empire, but I'll also be compelled to carry out his orders...including eliminating, Mila"
Chad's mind reeled with the implications. The conflict between two notorious crime families, intertwined with their love story, left him breathless. He struggled to find the right words amidst the rising suspense.
"I think you're all wrong," Chad finally interjected, his voice low and hesitant. "There's something bigger at play here, Something beyond the boundaries of mere criminal alliances and family rivalries.
The room fell into a tense silence as both Tristan and Mila processed Chad's words.
"The prophecy..." Chad's voice is low and hesitant. "It speaks of you and your sister becoming one Mila, none of us are even a factor, so it means that we are not supposed to be in your life....