Babysitting The Billionaire’s Adult Son

The heavy clicking of a pair of pacekeeper boots echoes through the deserted street.

She suddenly halt on her track and sniff in the fragrance of someone behind her.

She look to the left and see a route that leads to the town old gambling territory. She gaze at her right with the corner of her eyes without moving her head.

She see that there’s only one building there which is no other than the children bookstore.

‘Good!’ she sigh and clutch tight at the iron rod in her hand. The chain that’s attached to the rod lay violently in her hand and she tightened her grip on it.

She shakes her head and proceed her walk, she take the route by her left and increase her pace as the footsteps at her back also become hastily.

She scramble towards the old gambling shack and she punched on the broken glass window and she crawl in through the window.

There, she stands strong on her feet, in the shabby spacious room and she hears a bang on the door. The door creep open and she smirk when she hears footsteps approaching.

‘Not only one, not two, but they’re more than two huh!” she scoffs and turns around to have a better view of the rogues that are on her tail.

Earlier, she went to the Casino that her friend borrowed from. She received a call from one of the rogues earlier at the cop station, requesting for an arrest of a certain lady, “Melanie Watson” for refusing to pay her debt. By exceeding the allotted time without showing up.

She knows it is unreasonable for cop to meddle in casino business since they deal in various unlawful business, but since the casino has been registered under the law it means nothing is impossible.

Knowing about the debt and how her cousin “Harley Carr” has sent cash to them in Melanie’s name makes her wonder which other debt they are referring to.

Before the information could leaked, she grab her jacket and left for the casino. Getting there, she’s directed to one “Jericho” that he’s the one she can tender her complaint to.

A cop like her shouldn’t be seeing with set of people like these but she doesn’t care. All that matters to her at that moment is to get her friends case over with, with the rogues.

She pushed the door open and she’s welcomed by a mixture of chemical and a cigarette smell.

She walks in anyways and she sit down across the rogue which seems to be the leader at the Casino.

There sat the man whom she assume to be the Jericho they had told her to meet. He sat on a swirl chair and had his leg crossed on the gigantic table with a cigarette in his hand.

Kayla is allergic to the smell of cigarettes but she had a lot of things to worry at right now, than her allergies. She adjust the black cap over her face and fix the facemask that hung on her nose, perfectly.

“What do you want?” The impatient man asked in his deep husky voice and Kayla clenched her first under the table.

The smell of the cigarette is getting to her head, she shakes her head and heave a sigh of relief when the man dump the stick on the floor before stumping his feet on it.

“I’m here for a client.” She groans. She couldn’t tell what she’s feeling. Is it for her hatred for trying to defraud her friend, or because of the ugly fat looking man in front of her is poisoning her with his cigarette smoke.

She’s forcing herself not to go wild and staying cool isn’t her thing. The only person she could act cool around is her friend. “Melanie”

“I ask you, what do you want?” the angry man bang on the table and it makes a boisterous sound.

Kayla remove her cap and brush her black short hair to the back. She drop the cap on the table, smuggling a file in the process.

“I’m here for a case of your client which happened to be my client also.” she stated, clenching her fist in a ball.

“What about that?” the man shouted, his neck stretch making his alligator tattoo to moves on the vain on his neck.

“I heard you’re requesting for another payment after the debt has already been cleared.” She creased her brows, carefully reading the expression on his face.

But unfortunately this man here has no expression on his face.

Jericho scoffs angrily.

“So what if I do? How is that of any concerns to you?” He kicked the table off, jumping to her front like she’s his prey and he’s ready to devour her.

Kayla smirk and moves back on her seat.

“How dare you try to defraud an innocent girl?” she yells at the top of her voice.

She has had enough of him, he’s beginning to piss her off.

She stand on her feet and grabbed the iron stool that she sat on, in her hand.

Jericho retrieve to see what she plans to do.

How can a mere lady tries to threaten him?

“So, what do you plan to do?” he smirk, circling around her.

“I plan to make you back off. I’ll make you stopped whatever you’ve plan to do to her.” Kayla smiles, she put down the stool and stand on it with one leg.

Jericho snorted.

His hands rest on his waist and he watch the lady in his front keenly.

‘She’s amazing stupid’ he scoffs and shot her a deadly glare.

“How do you plan to do that?” Jericho smirk and take two steps closer to her.

The blasting music that’s coming from the main room of the casino makes it impossible for the rogues at the door to hear what is being discussed inside the Leader’s office.

Kayla bring her leg down from the stool and cover the space between her and the weird looking man. She stare at his face and smirk to herself.

Even though she’s unable to have a clearer look of his face, since the room only has a red and blue light. Which makes it as better as a dark room.

“By charging your top #10 clients for drug dealing by your name with your tag on it, and watch your clients drag your business to the pit bottom.” Kayla threatened and she watched as Jericho moves back in shock.

He’s moved a little by her threatened and she didn’t let him recover from the shock when she brings out the casino clients record and his tag. The one that she smuggled from his table earlier. She flaps it to his face and his face squeeze in obvious anger.

“What do you want?” Jericho asks, trying to control his temper.

“Cancel every charge you has against her, and mark your deal with her, as complete.” she says with a raise of her shoulders and the man nodes in affirming.

He walks to the closet and brings out a file and a pen. He unclip the file and put his signature on it. Then proceed to put a stamp on it.

He throw the file at Kayla and she grabs it with her left hand. She gaze through the file and flash him a satisfactory smile.

She fold the file inside her jacket inner pocket and dump the file in her hand on his chest.

“It’s nice meeting you.” she smile and put on her cap before moving out of the office.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

She hasn’t gotten to the exit when she looks back and see the guards that are guiding the entrance door of Jericho rushed inside his office, obviously tending to their boss call.

She knew she had been busted and no one needs to tell her that she needs to get out of the vicinity as soon as possible.

The file that she took was just a mere paper, but due to how she said it makes the man to believe that she’s saying the truth.

She’s glad she didn’t come with car. Since it would be hard to drive in such neighbourhood.

She mount her bike once she get outside the building and she race out of the neighbourhood, but then she sees that she has been tail by four bikes at the back.

She’s not sure if the four is on her tail since two speed off to another direction.

Kayla race to a route that leads to the old gaming Centre and she parked her bike in front of the old building.

She’s a bit familiar with the neighbourhood since she spent almost her childhood here.

She get off her bike and stroll to where she thinks will be hideous for her to execute her plan.

She stops walking when she realises that they’ve also climbed down from their bike.

She smirk and take the route that leads to the old gambling house and she hears their audible footsteps trailing behind her.

She moves her hand to her jacket and she realises that the file is still there.

“Good!” she smirk and punch the half broken glass window of the gambling house and she crawl inside.

She stand strong on her feet and bring out her iron chain rod from her side pockets.

She twirled the chain on her hand, waiting for the motherfuckers to enter inside to challenge her.

Kayla hears the door make a crack sound and she smile when she realises that they are finally here.

She turns around to face them, and there they are. Four body built men in front of her.

“How may I help you little ones?” she smirked.

Their face grew darker and sharp.

“Hand over the file?” one of them howl at her and she scoffs.

“The one that I cracked my brain to get? Funny you. Get it from me if you can.” she spat and flings the chain in the hair.

The rogues brings out a knife from their pant pockets and charge towards her.

Kayla flip over the nearest wall and fling the chain towards them.

The chain catch one of the rogues by his leg and she wiggled her hand, sending the guy to the wall and he hit his face hard on the wall.

Others charge towards her and she bend down, she scoop a large quantity of sand in her hand and blows it at their faces.

She use the opportunity to circle the chain around one of the rogues neck and choke him to the edge of losing his breath.

She kicked one in his balls and he falls to the floor.

She released her holds on the chain and headbutt the guy, sending him to the floor.

One of the rogues grabbed her waist from behind and she kicked him with her elbow. He release her and she fly in the air, kicking him in his head.

She landed roughly on the floor and groans in pain. She tries to stand on her feet but she’s loosing her strength due to the smell she perceived earlier.

One hand grabbed a quantity of her hair and smack her head on the floor.

Lying helpless on the floor with the guy leg pressed on her chest, caging her to the ground.

She grab a knife from her boot and stuck it deep in his leg.

He groans and fall to the ground, holding his leg in pain.

Kayla grabbed her rod and knock him out by continuously wiping him the rod on his face until he falls to the ground.

She spit on him and rushed out of the building through the door. She seem tired since she’s exhaust her energy on the rogues. She drags her feet to where she parked her bike and climb it with the remaining energy that’s left in her.

She turn it on the bike with the keys and ride to the road, even though her sight is becoming blurry.

She tightened her grips on the handles and she race to the nearest coffee shop.

She parked her bike and drag her feet inside the shop.

She staggered backwards and bumped into a hard chest before passing out in his arms.