After what happened the other night, you took a much-needed break. Your brain was still processing whatever happened with those people. You had to lie to your roommates about what happened and you convinced them that you met with an old friend and ended up eating with them. Well, part of it was right. You did encounter an old friend, Kyle Garrick, known as Gaz now from what you had heard. You used to be neighbors when you were children and went to the same schools. You both were very close and always spent time at each other's place. When you moved out, you sadly lost contact with him and you had no way to find him again.

Yet, you knew he was still here in London but had no way to contact him. Now, you had no idea what type of shady business he got himself into but you did not want to know and become part of it. You already went through a near-death experience and it was traumatizing enough to haunt your nights and days.

A day had passed since that night and you were back to work. You could not afford to be procrastinating much longer. The grand opening for your bakery was in two months and you needed to have everything rebuilt and set up by then. It would be a lot to do on your own but you were determined.

You unlocked the front door of the old shop and looked around the dusty place. The first step would be to clean everything up. You kept the front door half open and opened all the windows you could to renew the air inside that old building. The Landlady was kind enough to offer brand-new cleaning equipment for you to use: a vacuum cleaner, broom, pieces of cloth, a mop, and all kinds of cleaning products. What a charming lady she was. You felt like you found a good person.

The first step was to remove the dust. You put on a mask to avoid inhaling too many particles, getting sick was the last thing on your bucket list. You wore old clothes today to not ruin any of your favorite ones so you went for sweatpants and an old T-shirt with a jacket that you would most likely remove soon enough while doing your back and forth around the place.

Your first weapon of choice to remove the enemies from this new territory acquired was the broom. You brushed the floor and removed all spider webs from the ceiling. You did the front shop and kitchen, along with the old toilets that would need renovation. By the time you were done with this floor, it was already lunch and you were starving. You locked the front door of the shop and went out to get delicious food. You had stumbled upon a Mexican restaurant on your way to your bakery and you just had to try it. You were starving from all that exercise and you could already tell, your body was going to be sore the next day.

......

After an amazing lunch, you came back to your bakery but you were not expecting this when you arrived. You stared blankly ahead of you, blinking a few times. Were you dreaming? You hoped you were. You did not want to believe this was real.

"Ah, ye're back. We were waitin' for ye," a now familiar Scottish voice exclaimed as the man straightened up. He was dressed more casually with a heavy metal T-shirt and a leather jacket on top along with ripped jeans. With his helmet resting on the old countertop on which he was leaning on before, it gave the impression he came straight up from a movie. A biker bad boy waiting for his date. You strangely found it attractive.

The one next to him was the man they called 'Ghost'. You could never forget that impressive frame and this skeleton pattern on his clothes. Just like his friend, he was dressed casually. He also had a leather jacket with another one underneath with a hood over his head. He did not wear the same skull mask as two nights ago but he still had a face mask hiding his nose and mouth. With this appearance, you could identify his skin color, his hair, and one scar or two. His eyes were still as intimidating as ever, making you swallow back. He did not say anything and just kept staring and keeping to himself.

"What," you started once you recovered from your initial shock. "What are you doing here? This is private property, you can't just come here uninvited. And how did you come in the first place? I locked the door!"

"Ah, donnae worry 'bout that. We got our ways." Soap had a grin while he walked closer and patted your shoulder. That was not exactly reassuring. "Wha 's that place 'bout? 's all dusty n' all," he added as his eyes looked around the floor. It was not as dusty as you thoroughly cleaned every corner and inch of the room. This one at least, there were many more to go.

You let out a sigh as you gave up on trying to reason with any of them. You closed the front door and picked up your cleaning materials again. "My future bakery. I'm renovating this building entirely so I can open it in two months."

"Bakery? Ye good at bakin' n' stuff?" Soap asked as he followed you upstairs.

You put down the equipment and opened the windows. "I am. I've been baking since I was a kid." The fresh air filled the room, making the room more breathable. You picked up the broom and just as before, you removed the spiderwebs and dust on the ceiling and corners first.

"Ye got ta make us try! Love me some delicious homemade cakes n' all! Right, Ghost?" He turned to look at his friend next to him with a huge grin. The latter kept quiet. The only thing he was doing was observing everything you were doing. It was extremely intimidating but you guessed it was part of his charming personality.

You scoffed at his request. "Who said I was going to do that for you? I don't trust any of you close to my business."

"Aye, C'mon! Nae goin' to eat ye," the Scot grumbled as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Nae even goin' to do that for Gaz? Thought he was yer bestie. Lad's been miserable nae able to come to see ye."

"Kyle is different. And he has already tried my baking when we were younger," you exclaimed with a fond smile. You were excited to see him again. You had many, many questions to ask him, but you also wanted to catch up and understand what was going on in his life now.

"That's bullshit..." He mumbled, clearly unhappy to be denied access to your delicious food.

You wanted to laugh but you held back. You should not show affection to people like them. For all you knew, they could be criminals. "Anyway, for how long do you plan on staying here? I've got lots of things to do right now." You grabbed the vacuum cleaner and plugged it into the wall.

"We'll leave for now. We're always 'round if ye want to give us cakes n' stuff to try!"

You figured he was the stubborn type. They all seemed to be like this. Soap waved goodbye and went downstairs but not his friend. He stayed there a bit longer, his eyes locked on you. You felt nervous under his intense gaze but you did not want to let him win so you glared back, gathering all the courage you had. That seemed to amuse him as his eyes narrowed and he shook his head slightly.

"Don't get too cocky."

That was all he said before going downstairs. His voice was very deep and it almost sounded like a growl when he spoke. It brought a shiver down your spine and you had to take a few seconds to calm down. What was his problem? What was everyone's problem? All you cared about was starting your dream but now, dangerous weirdos were surveying your every move. What were you supposed to do? You tried to control your anxious thoughts but they kept growing as they added to the stress of moving out and starting a business.

......

Soap was waiting on his bike, his helmet already on his head while he waited for Ghost to come. Once he spotted his friend and colleague, he grinned. "Charmin', right?" He was talking about you. He always liked people who gave him a challenge, who were hard to get. He was going to have fun toying with them for a bit and he knew Ghost was probably going to do the same.

The tall man just shook his head and put his helmet with a skull pattern on as well. "They're playing a dangerous game," he said as he sat behind the Scottish man. "You got it?"

Soap took something out of his pocket and showed it to the other. It had a key pattern on it. " 'Course I do. Price will be happy now. Hope he won't shout at us again."

"You mean, shout at you," Ghost corrected him with a smirk under all those layers.

"Oh, shut yer bloody mouth. Numpty," he groaned, rolling his eyes. He put the object back in his pocket and turned to face the road. He revved his motorbike and the two headed back to Price's estate where they had a family meeting planned out.