Just like Alfredo, these people will praise me for my brutality toward my family.Could Alfredo ever escape what was fated to happen?Could I?I don’t wait for the morning or for Regina to say come in.I unlock the door and enter her room. The couture dress is balled up and thrown on the floor while Regina lies on her bed in her old clothes that she took from Dad’s house. Her earbuds are in, and she ignores me as I pace alongside her bed. Her eyes stay trained on the laptop screen as if there’s actually something absorbing on streaming. I sit down on the bed near her and close the screen.“What do you want?” she asks crossly.I sit up straight. “I want to tell you that I’m sorry for slapping you.”“Is that it?” Regina asks, sitting up and crossing her legs.I watch my tone. “Yes, I’m sorry I slapped you, but we couldn’t risk it last night.”She rolls her eyes and replies, “Of course,My dear sister Charlene couldn’t risk something .”I look away and can’t think of what to say.“They do
Charlene smiles shyly and then focuses on her salad, spearing a piece of avocado with her fork. Her gaze falls on the lone brass key in the box, and I know she’s dying to ask questions.“Technically, we don’t own it yet,” I reply. “We’re negotiating the price, and then there’s closing. The couple that owns it are excited to retire early. None of their children are interested in running the place. It’s a good location.”“What about security?” she asks, eyeing the few diners seated at random tables.“The river protects one side, and security can stay in the inn. You don’t have to open it to the public. You’ll be safe here as long as you don’t forget who you are.”Charlene puts down her fork and looks around the charming antique interior with exposed beams and wood plank floors. A large stone fireplace crackles and fills the room with warmth. The walls are a mix of wood paneling and stone accents. In the corner is a bar stocked with local craft beers. Old, framed prints and maps of the a
“I prefer it,” I reply curtly. “Who shot the cop,Sara? Was it you or Lance?”“How do you know it wasn’t your sister?” A smirk tugs at her lips.I shake my head. “Sonya wouldn’t.” But as soon as the words leave my lips, I realize just how little I truly know my own sister.“An eye for an eye.” The sly smile widens across Sara’s lips. “One family for another. You know as well as I do that Sonya was never raised in the rules of the Bratva like you and I.”The private room is filled with an uncomfortable silence, and the waiter’s footsteps echo as he enters. He looks nervously at us and realizes no one has even picked up a menu. He hesitantly asks if we’re ready to place our orders. No one wants to eat, so I order a bottle of vodka.“No one will want to associate with someone wanted by the law,” I break the silence. “Not for this. And if you goaded Sonya into doing this—”“I didn’t.” She stops me before I can finish my accusation. “That’s why I want to talk about a truce.”The waiter ente
Despite my fear, I can’t bring myself to go too far. Tears are streaming down my face as I scream uncontrollably. But no one can hear me with the hallway door shut.I keep crawling, and in the dark, my hand touches something in Alfredo's jacket … his gun.And it’s enough for me to make a split-second decision. One that I hope will ultimately save our lives. I grab the gun and pull the trigger. An ear-splitting bang alerts the whole household. Suddenly, all the lights come on in every room of the house, and I hear footsteps running up the stairs. I scream again, and Vanya appears at the door, fully dressed though his brown hair is slightly ruffled.“Charlene, where is Alfredo?” he asks, wide-eyed.But before I can respond, another gunshot resounds through the bedroom, making me shriek in terror. Maya hurries toward the bedroom door and yanks his gun from his belt. His face contorts in fury as he disappears into the room. I turn back to follow him, but I’m swept up from behind by strong
I ,my stepmom and my stepsister stood in front of the cemetery in our dark clothes with flowers in our hands and tears dripping down our face in front of my late's dad casket.I couldn't stand watching my dad being lowered to the ground, I moved back a bit then I noticed three black maybach drives in.No one came out of the car until my dad got lowered to the ground.We turn around and look towards the car, two men ,came out of the car from both the driver and passengers seat while other two from behind and another man came out from the backseat of the car at the middle.They stare at us till my dad was lowered to the ground.I kept looking towards the strange people at first, I thought they had come to pay their last respect to my late dad.Everyone who had come to support us including the priest took to their heels while we tried to run into our car.They shot at our car tyres and our car couldn't move.They walk towards us while the man who came out from the back seat comes to stan
His men dragged me away and I continued to struggled.I was dragged down the stairs into a basement that has been converted into different cells.I was taken into one of the cells that has 008 written on it.My tears dripped uncontrollably and his men threw me into the cell and lock up.After few hours his men brought me some food . They unbind my hands and leg and as the man was about locking the door, I rush towards the door but fell down due to my legs that has been bonded for a while.I manage to stand up but before I got to the door, the door as been shut.I went down on my knees and cried so hard. I didn't eat the food brought to me in the cell throughout my five days in the cell and slowly I became weak.After five days of being locked up, two men came to pull me up, I had no strength to struggle myself out of their arms because I haven't been eating.All I do is weep and sleep, all the food that has been served to me were there laying on the ground inside the cell.Alfredo me
When he left, I look at my hand and smile, then I began to think of a way to escape, I rush into the bathroom, I look to the window even though I was weak. I try to see if I could climb the window, it was too high, I rush back to his window , there was a blind on the window and I try to lift the blind up to see if I could run.I stood thinking of how to escape but I couldn't think of anyway.I slipped to the ground and cry so hard.ALFREDO.After wanting her so badly under me and wanting to taste how her small rosy lips tastes, I don't know what made me pull back.Is it her tears? Or her soft voice which she uses in pleading? or her innocent face?I just don't know why I feel like I shouldn't touch her now, I don't know why I felt she isn't ready for me.I have never thought this way over any of my toys.I turn on my phone to the personal CCTV in my room installed on my phone and I saw Charlene going from one place to the other in my room , trying to look for an escape route.I smile a
I woke up so early because I needed to get two my men ready make drugs delivery out of the country, I needed to see the drugs they are taking out of the country. Their flight is early in the morning.My men were ready , I checked their drugs and ask if they already have the necessary documents with them.I watch them enter into the car and my driver drove them to the airport.I return to the room and Charlene was still enjoying her sleep.I asked the maid to help me prepare some food for us.I wanted to eat them I remembered Charlene needed to eat and she might have woken up, I called the maid to help us take the food into the room.When I entered she was still sleeping while the maids drops the foods on the table and takes their leave.I slowly place a kiss on her cheek and she slowly opens her eyes.CHARLENE.When I felt a kiss on my cheek, I totally forgot I was an hostile until I woke open my eyes and see I was still in Alfredo's room.I quickly sit up and stretches his hand to me