Barren Heiress Returns With Quadruplet

Zeke’s POV

As I entered the lively casino, the flashing lights and buzzing atmosphere immediately pulled me in. It was crowded as usual, but I found it irritating.

“Look who we have here.” I turned to see Zane walking towards me with a glass of wine in his hands. “Long time no see brother.” He added as we shook hands and patted each other’s shoulders.

“Yeah. Long time no see.” I replied. We walked past the sexy strippers, we passed a few men playing card games and a whole lot of other interesting views before arriving in the private suite.

“Brotherr.” Fletcher called out excitedly and shoved aside the lady that was clinging to him.

“Fletcher.” I smiled. “Seems some habits are too precious to outgrow.” I added. They laughed.

“Well, a man got to do what a man must.” Fletcher replied.

We settled in and ordered for more drinks. Fletcher sent the lady away, leaving just the three of us in the suite.

“How have you been brother? Did you miss us?” Zane asked. I raised a brow at him.

Missed their disturbances, he means.

“I bet brother had missed us so much he came to see us right away.” Fletcher replied with a fake French accent.

“When will both of you start behaving like the adults you are?” I asked casually picking up a glass of wine.

“The world is already full of adults, why bother if we’re not a part of them.” Zane said and they laughed again. I smiled.

Of course I missed them.

They spoke of all the cities they had been to and all the adventures they encountered but neither mentioned their Fathers.

“How about the old generals?” I asked. “Did you guys not bother to pay a visit?” I noticed the dark glint flashed in their eyes but they quickly recovered.

“Those old men are crazy. They’ve been CLEANING up their old basement and forced us into their errand boys.” Fletcher replied in whispers.

The only cleaning up the old generals would do, would mean a lot of bodies had been dropped.

“Hmm. Cleaning up is good. It frees the environment of dirt.” I said.

“Tsk tsk tsk. The only difference between brother and the old generals is their age difference.” Zane said shaking his head.

“It is good you know that because I have a job for both of you.” Their faces made me feel I had dropped a bombshell.

Zane and Fletcher has both been trained alongside top military Soldiers. They were very skilled in martial arts. But they also wanted to live free lives and not tied down to the mafian lifestyle. It is a dream they may not achieve anytime soon.

“Who do you want us to visit this time?” Zane spoke up first.

“I do not want you to visit him, but keep an eye out for him. We need to culminate evidences against the most notorious drug baron in London. We have classified information on him which will be forwarded to you by Rogers. He will be facing the law and not us.” I responded.

“Ahhh! Brother still works for the police I see.” Fletcher said. I nodded in response.

“Okay brother, we will do as you have instructed.” Zane replied with a sly grin.

Fuck, I know that smile.

“Name it already.” I sighed.

“A property each on the west.” They said at the same time. Sneaky bastards.

“Fine.” I agreed. The both properties cost about ten billion pounds and are situated close to a clubhouse I owned. The best in London.

“Speaking of properties, there is someone I would like to introduce to you.” Zane said and excused himself.

He returned soon after with a young man. He had a brown curly hair and was almost six feet tall. For no obvious reason, something clenched in my stomach.

“Chris meet my brothers, Ezekiel Reid and Fletcher Caruso.” Zane introduced, while Chris motioned his hands towards me. “Christopher George. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” I took it and smiled wryly. He greeted Fletcher too.

“So I met Chris at a nearby roulette table. He is the owner of a daycare academy and is in need of some properties east of London to expand his school and who else owns properties around the whole of London except for you brother.” He smiled and they both took their seats.

I felt something was off, there was an unsettling look in the man’s eye. “What are you doing here if you own a daycare?” I asked.

Chris maintained a calm composure as he replied, “I just love it here.”

I did not believe him. “Okay.” I responded.

He smiled and gestured to the waitress waiting on us to bring more drinks. “Please allow me the honour of getting you gentlemen another round of drinks.”

Zane and Fletcher agreed. I nodded.

“So is there a particular property that piques your interest?” I asked.

“Ahh, yes there is. There’s a property Mr. Reid owns on the east, that is close to Lakeview town. My school is about five minutes drive from there. I would very much love that particular apartment for expansion.”

His response sounded valid until my brain remembered that Kamille lived close to that apartment. I have apartments every where in London, how could I have missed that one.

I stared at Chris for a brief moment, I decided he could not have known Kamille but I still needed to run a check on him first.

“Alright. I’ll have my personal assistant look into this and give you a feedback.” I replied.

“Thank you, that will do.” He replied.

“See I told you my brother would help you through.” Zane said to Chris, to which he laughed and thanked Zane.

Fletcher rose up and left the suite. He came back with more strippers. And they began to get disgusting. The strippers did not approach me out of fear and I liked it. They could never satisfy me even if they tried.

Kamille.

I took out my phone and quickly scanned through the mail till I spotted that which Rogers had sent to me earlier.

I carefully read through the mail. The lawyer’s assistant had sent a mail to the US. Kamille received the letter and made her way back to London. I shut the phone.

What could have been the content of that letter? The letter is the only leading reason why Kamille would come back to London.

She had mentioned the kids Father but the striking semblance of the kids to myself cannot be overlooked. The report say that apart from herself, the nanny and a few delivery men, no other person had visited Kamille.

Was the kid’s dad a delivery man?

I smiled at my thoughts. They were swallowing me up but I kept at it. I wondered why the kid’s father would be here in London of she had been in the US for four years. Her kids did not sound like they knew who their dad was. I sighed.

What was Kamille actually doing? Was her coming back to London even a good decision?Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

At least I got to see her again after searching for years and feel her body up against mine.

“What the fuck is that on your face brother?” Zane said looking up at me.

The smile that was plastered on my face vanished. “Nothing. Are you not supposed to be busy?” I said eyeing the stripper on his laps.

“But I was almost blinded by your glow, so I had to see to what made you that way.” He responded.

“Yeahh. I see the remains of sweet blush up his cheeks.” Fletcher concurred.

“It is actually good brother. You have been smiling more and frowning less. Whatever the reason, keep at it.” Zane added.

“Well you guys just dimmed the glow with your unwanted attention.” I replied faking a little anger.

“Whatever suits you brother.” Zane replied before returning his attention to the stripper on his leg.

Easy for them to say.

Their words only served to deepen my inner thoughts about Kamille.