Fated Match

...Tasnim POV...

Here we are standing, the two ruthless Antoni men and the two elegant Devereaux women, which in itself has not happened for years. They are all around the same table having a whiskey, casually chatting about a rather annoying little man they have just taken out. To say that this is a very rare scene is most definitely true. How long shall this peace last between these age-old rivals for as long as Carson and I are in charge?

But something has just happened, a very familiar voice, yet very surprisingly, has just snuck up to our group. If I did not know of any better, we could have been dead by now. We let our guard down, especially after taking a rival out the way we did. I am watching the faces of each man and woman around this table; it varies from shock horror and just a simple smile. All I can say for certain is that someone has got some explaining to do.