Cocktail Books Chronicles

Many years ago, Kamau and Boss met when their stars crossed paths under the crime mistletoe. It was criminal love at first sight. Like any love, theirs had had a few bumps along the way but the bumps had only served to make their bond stronger. When Kamau had tried and failed to pick Boss’ pockets, Boss had been more amused than angry at the audacity. He was well aware that he had an aura that scared off people and enough times, he had occupied a table on his own while people around him stood, or looked for other tables. That Kamau had got as close as he had deserved an award. He, Boss, could have let his bodyguards beat Kamau to a pulp, but there was something about the young man that had got Boss saving his life. The same thing that had made him want to talk to him, know him better, and then offer him a job. He had never regretted that decision. That first night, Kamau, injured, cold and scared, was transported inside the boot of a car to an undisclosed location. The undisclose...