Chapter 51

The night went smoothly for Travis. He spent a few hours chilling with Eve, enjoying her company before heading home. Once there, he savored a hearty dinner, then launched into an intense workout session that pushed him to new limits, making him feel stronger than ever. After that, he delved into forex trading before finally calling it a night. Overall, it had been a good day, and he had no complaints.

'Well, except that I need to get laid fast,' he thought, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

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The next morning, Travis awoke feeling invigorated. His template had evolved, stronger than it had ever been, and a grin spread across his face at the thought of his newfound power. He felt like he could take on anyone in the world. However, he pushed the thought of skipping his workouts aside. He had a drive to be his best self; anything less felt like failure. Determined, he vowed to keep pushing himself, no matter what.

As he sat up, the tantalizing aroma wafting from the kitchen stirred his senses, reminding him of the day ahead. He jumped into the shower, letting the hot water wash over him, then dressed quickly and made his way downstairs, ready to feast.

In the kitchen, he found Debbie and Jenny chatting. Jenny was leaning against the counter, her figure accentuated by her fitted clothes, her backside prominently displayed. Travis couldn't resist the impulse to slap it playfully as he passed.

"Good morning, family," he called out, a mischievous grin on his face. Jenny shot him a glare, her eyes blazing, but she didn't retaliate. With a huff, she turned and stormed back to her room.

Debbie turned to him with a warm smile, her gaze lingering on the door Jenny had just exited, momentarily puzzled but not overly concerned.

"Good morning, sweetie! Did you sleep well?" she asked, moving closer to embrace him.

"Yeah, I did. What about you?" he replied, wrapping his arms around her waist, holding her in a way that felt intimate. Debbie found the position intriguing but chose not to comment.

"I slept well too. Now, eat up! It's Friday, so you're coming home early, right?" she pressed, her eyes glinting with hope.

"That's what my timetable says. But if something comes up, I might be a little late. I'll try not to worry you," he reassured her.

Debbie smiled, her expression softening as she took his face in her hands and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "You're such a wonderful boy. Any woman would be lucky to have you."

"Well, I was raised by a queen, so it's not surprising," he replied, causing her to blush with pride.

"Eat up before I eat you up," she said playfully, turning back to the stove.

As Travis dug into his breakfast, chatting with Debbie, the doorbell rang, cutting through the morning chatter.

'Hmm. Must be that fucker' he thought, rising from his seat.

"Let me get it," he said, heading towards the door.

As Travis opened the door, he saw a man. His blue eyes are barely visible behind black glasses. His hair is brown with slightly grayish temples and he wears a short beard stubble. Many tattoos are on his hands and neck, as well as various rings and bracelets. His dress code is a complete black suit with a grey shirt below and a black tie.

Travis recognized him immediately, his expression hardening.

"Yeah?" he said casually, his voice cool as his eyes locked on Dimitri.

Dimitri leaned his head into the house, taking a slow look around before flashing a smirk. "Nice place," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Travis frowned, unimpressed. "Alright, what do you want?"

Dimitri's smirk widened as he studied Travis. "I'm guessing you're Frank's boy, right?"

Travis stiffened. "You knew my dad?"

Dimitri scoffed, waving a hand dismissively. "You could say that. Where's the lovely lady who takes care of you, hmm?"

Travis's patience snapped. Without another word, he shoved Dimitri back, slamming the door behind him as he stepped outside. The force of the shove nearly sent Dimitri to the ground, but Travis caught him by the collar at the last second, pulling him close.

"You and your idiot friends better stay away from my family," Travis growled, his voice low and dangerous. With that, he released Dimitri, letting him crash to the ground in a painful heap.

Dimitri's friend, who had been sitting in the black sedan, jumped out, ready to fight, but before he could take a step, a police car screeched to a halt in front of the house. It was Yumi.

She exited the car briskly, her eyes locked on the situation unfolding. Dimitri scrambled to his feet, brushing the dirt off his clothes, but his face showed a mix of fear and anger.

"I'll be back," he spat, glaring at Travis before turning to walk away.

Yumi watched Dimitri walk off, her hand resting on her belt. She jogged up to Travis, her eyes sharp with concern.

"Hey, you alright?" Yumi asked, her voice laced with concern.

Travis turned to her, flashing a confident smile. "Yeah, now that you're here."

The warmth of his smile made her heart skip a beat, and she quickly looked away, trying to hide the blush creeping up her neck.

Before either could say more, Debbie rushed out of the house, her eyes wide with worry. "What happened? Are you okay? Who was that?" she fired off, glancing between Yumi and Travis.

"Nothing serious, just some idiot trying to make a scene," Travis said, trying to calm her down.

They all moved back inside, and Yumi sat down with Travis to ask more questions about the encounter. Her professional demeanor took over as she probed for details, trying to assess the potential threat.

After a while, Yumi leaned back in her chair, arms crossed. "I think it's best if I stay here for a while. If they come back, I'll be around to handle it. You can't be too careful with people like that."

Debbie glanced at Yumi, then at Travis, worry evident in her eyes. "Are you sure? I don't want to trouble you."

"It's no trouble," Yumi said firmly. "I'll keep watch. It's the safest option."

Travis headed upstairs, his mind focused on grabbing his bag, when he saw Jenny casually leaning against the wall, arms crossed like some kind of gangster.

"What happened down there?" she asked with dramatic flair, her brow raised.

Travis chuckled, brushing past her. "Oh, nothing major. Just a Russian mobster wants us dead—y'know, typical Friday stuff."

Jenny's playful expression dropped into a frown. "I'm being serious, Travis. Now, tell me what's going on," she demanded, following him as he reached his bedroom door.

With a sigh, Travis turned to face her. "It's exactly like I said, Jenny. Plus, we're going to have a police officer living with us now for safety."

He walked into his room, shutting the door behind him, leaving Jenny staring after him, more confused than ever.

'Where did the clingy Travis go?' she thought, a little pang of something like longing hitting her. 'I kinda miss him, honestly.'

TO BE CONTINUED