The Billionaire's Secret Love Child(231)

“Welcome back to the Black Market, Anton.” Sam placed his left arm around his shoulder as they discussed the matter intimately.

“I’ve told you already about the shotguns that you’ve ordered, right?” Anton spoke.

“Yes, son. Don’t worry about it too much now. Let me do the talking to our other brothers. I know they’d understand. If they don’t, they know what’s gonna happen.”

“Make it sure!” Anton replied.

Just around the corner, Tasia was standing still, letting everything sink into her head. She couldn’t believe she was actually taking part in illegal trading in a notorious market that the majority of average people did not know about.

She had been in the industry for a week now. But it felt like she was in a dream. A dream she hoped to be unreal with real money. It did not make sense. Nothing made sense. Everything happened in a blink of an eye. What am I doing here?

“Hey, don’t just stand there. Look for customers!” The other traders in her group yelled at her as if they were the boss.

Trembling. She opened her mouth to respond. “Yes, sir.”

“Hello everyone….. Come and see our cheap products here…. Yooohooo….” She tried her best, but it was not enough. In fact, it was not good at all. This was not a normal market. Professionalism was highly required in this field.

“What are you doing? That’s not how you call for customers. You’re booing them away.” Nigel told her in a quiet voice.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I-I just don’t know if I can do this any longer. It’s hard.”

“It’s just in the beginning. You’ll get used to it. Keep on trying.”

Anton noticed their muttering. It intrigued him. But what got his attention was Tasia. He had never seen her before, and he knew by experience and the way she acted, she was new to this field.

“Alright. I’ll try again.” She inhaled as she bravely spoke, not wanting to put her cousin in trouble.

“I’m gonna go now,” Nigel said. “They need me inside. We’re having a meeting.”

As soon as Anton saw him leave, he raised his foot towards Tasia’s direction. Hands in his pocket, he kept walking as his shoes made ticking noises of a clock. Approaching, she noticed him coming. Her heart gladdened. Finally, a customer who would purchase their products.

“Hello there, sir. How are you today?” She smiled as if she were a sales lady in a department store.

He was impressed by her attitude. In his mind, she had a place that could help his business grow. He could use her.

“What are you selling?” He asked.

Hearing his voice, she knew he was not an American. His accent was so strong that made her wonder which country he came from. Whenever he spoke a word, she found it cute. His golden brown hair that gleamed by the light of the yellow bulb made him so attractive. She liked brown-headed guys. They were sexy.

“Are you, ok?” He asked as he noticed her staring at him continuously, following his every move.

“Ha? Oh, yes. Of course. Sorry.” She stuttered.

He smiled. Seeing her freak out put a smile on his face. He liked whenever a woman was in a hurry. Her true self came out.

“We’re selling electronics, sir. The brand new IPhone 6 and 6S are here, look.” She pointed at the mobile phones on the left-hand side.

He was not genuinely interested in the stuff she was offering. He was more interested in her. He saw a potential in her – something that could benefit him.

“Let me ask you something. How much do you earn?”

“Come again?” She asked, surprised to be questioned such a private matter.

“I didn’t know you’re a bit deaf. I said, how much do you earn?”

“Sorry, sir. But in this country, privacy matters the most. I don’t think it’s necessary for me to answer your question.”

Smart woman. He thought. Instead of being annoyed by her rude response, his interest in her grew even larger.

Recognizing his voice, Nigel came out just to see what was going on. Eyes widened. Heart pumped wildly. He could not believe it.

“Anton Belinsky?” He was astonished. He’d only seen his photo on T.V as one of the most wanted mafia leaders in the world.

Anton looked up in wonder of who called his name.

“It’s you. Oh, goodness gracious me. Is this real?” Nigel asked himself as if he’d seen a celebrity.

“Who are you?” Anton asked in annoyance. He knew he was popular, but not with guys. He was a straight male.

“Oh, let me introduce myself. I’m Nigel Smith, from Chicago. I’m her cousin.” He pointed at Tasia.

She was shocked. What’s going on here?

Teleporting to her direction, Nigel pulled her in to whisper something that would change Tasia’s life forever. Something that would make her regret about what she said.

“He’s one of Sekret Rynka’s leaders. He’s from Russia and he’s freaking rich.”

Her eyes bulged out. Yes, she was convinced she was in a dream. Everything that was happening was unreal and fabricated by the figment of her imagination.

She laughed. Her white teeth exposed. Her eyes twinkled.

Anton smiled, finding her reaction amusing. Whatever the boy said to her, it did not matter to him.