"Angelo was not working alone." Abel declares, jamming his hands in his pockets. Prince walks out of the warehouse as he pulls out a cigarette from his pack, sliding the pack back into his jacket then lights it up, he inhales the red cherry blaring bright then pulls the cigarette from his mouth as he puffs out the smoke. He stops right in front of us, his eyes scanning my body. "What?" I snapped at him. "The blood ruined your suit. There is no need to wash it, you should throw that shit away instead." He suggested, gesturing to my clothes covered in Angelo's blood that is now soaked into the fabric and has dried up. I stared down at myself and shrugged before turning my attention back to my brother. "Why do you say that?" I questioned, my gaze narrowed in suspicion. "We know he's jumped right but people on the street are saying that Angelo was not the only one who has been offered to turn on you. Apparently other of our high class workers have been approached. Nico, Chris, Marcello
23rd April 2015Laughter filled the room.Placing the tray filled with all sorts of fruits on the table, I inhale the intoxicated scent of tobacco."The corruption inside the police force is a fucking blessing." One of Vicktors friends chirp, his round figure sits on the chair like a block with a thick neck and red face, his thin hair slicked to the slide to cover his bald spot. He blows out a puff of smoke before releasing an aggressive cough causing me to cringe. "Tell me about it, those bastards will fall to their knees just to be bribed with money. So fucking desperate." The other man says besides me, his copper hair with white strands of hair kisses his cream toned forehead. He lifts his gaze, his eyes dropping to my breast as I reach out to grab the empty tray sitting on the table. I try to ignore his perverted gaze, just as I was about to leave he says something that causes me to pause in my tracks. "Vicktor, where did you get her?" He questions, gesturing his head towards me
Till death do us part? Hilarious if you ask me. I will never forget the day when my freedom was forcefully taken away from me the minute I said "I do." at the altar in front of dozens of eyes gawking at me...I was screaming my lungs out on the inside, wanting to rip my heart out. I lost everything, the reason to live, the reason to love, the reason to breathe. I tried, Jesus I tried so hard to end the suffering but it only made the situation worse to the point I couldn't even recognize myself anymore.But today, today is the day I finally get my freedom back. I continue to scrape the edge of the blade along the steel rod as I stare into the lifeless eyes of the painting of my husband hanging on the kitchen wall in front of me.Five fucking years. Tortured by my dear husband. I called out for help, they laughed at me like I was nothing. They laughed at me like I was not human. Like I somehow deserved the pain and endless torture. I let out a sigh, a tear gently caressing my chee
ONE YEAR LATER IRENA'S POV "No! No, let go of me!" I yelled while I was being dragged to my future husband.It has been a year since my husband Viktor passed on. The night after I poisoned him I faked my grief over Viktor, to show that I was mourning and was shocked by his sudden heart attack. No one suspected a thing which was good because if my uncles found out that I killed my husband I was certainly going to pay the price of my sins which was death. I threw a whole tantrum as the guard carried me downstairs and into one of my uncles' studies.I hissed when they threw me onto the wooden floor. My body ached due to the impact of the ground.The guard shuts the door and locked it after.I force myself to sit up, groaning as my rib cage aches each time I take a breath.I was trapped again. No way out.History is going to repeat itself the minute I meet my new husband.For the past three months, I've been at my happiest even though I was living with my uncles and had to do house chor
LUCIFER'S POV "Haven't your uncles taught you that it's rude to ignore a person when they speak to you?" I state.Irena looked at me with pure disgust. Not a single trace of fear was in sight.Why isn't she talking?Is she fucking deaf?Does her brain even function normally?My hand around her neck tightened, waiting for her to scream. Pleading me to not suffocate her to death.I wanted to hear her voice."Answer me." I snapped, my hand tightening more around her sweet small neck, her eyes sparkling with the wetness of her tears, slowly caressing down her soft chocolate skin. Her breathing is shallow as she gasps for air, trying to budge free from my grasp.I watched her carefully while I take away her ability to breathe. I could see the terror in her eyes, her plump lips parted in desperate need of air. Her eyes were wide as she stared into me.Pleading for a puff of breath.Her hands found their way onto my face as she tried to push me away with all her strength which did no justic
IRENA'S POVIt has been a period of three hours since I have been left alone within the study of Anatol. Throughout this duration, I pondered Saint incessantly. The sensation of his hands upon me still resonated within me, causing my stomach to convulse with feelings of abhorrence.Thus far, he has not acted malevolently towards me, aside from physically obstructing my breathing. The sole contemplation of whether he will prove to be a superior or inferior individual in comparison to Viktor has left me feeling agitated and uneasy.For a considerable period, I have harbored an intense desire for liberation. My ultimate objective is to flee from my current existence and commence a fresh life far away from my current abode, assuming an unfamiliar identity, residing in a modest abode, and securing a respectable occupation.In a stroke of luck, I may be able to transform my reverie into a reality by becoming a local pianist. This aspiration represents my heartfelt desire to lead a fulfillin
IRENA'S POVTwo months flew by so quickly. It was endless tears, screaming, and sleepless nights as I counted the days until my wedding day.Today is the day. September 22nd.The last time I heard from Saint was when he nearly suffocated me two months ago. After that, he disappeared like a Ghost. I have not heard from him or seen him. Or the mentions of his name from me or anyone else in the house. It was as if it was forbidden to say his name without his presence.I stand in front of the mirror, staring into the eyes of a lost girl.Uncle Ian, 36 years old and the middle brother, picked out this dress for me. Ian is barely home. He is constantly traveling for work, and I only see him during special occasions like this, which is rare.The stretchy white fabric perfectly fits as it hugs my body. The silhouette dress is provided through the bodice and starts to flare out at the waist in a triangular fashion with sleeves that drape gracefully off-the-shoulder.My brown skin and white dre
"Drink. You look tense." Saint says as he gestures his drink to me. I looked at it and scoffed, then shifted my gaze back to the chattering and dancing guests."I don't want to be here," I state bluntly. "Neither do I, yet here we are." he lets out.Ignoring him, I snatched the drink out of his hands and gulped it down. Allowing the burning sensation to trail down my neck. Setting the empty glass down, I crossed my arms, my gaze still fixed on the guests.Saint and I sat in uncomfortable silence at the bridal table while we stared at the people who attended this God-forsaken wedding."There's the star of the night!" A male voice cheered. I glance at Saint to see him staring at a man approaching us with a bright smile.He slightly has similar features as Saint. His dark hair is styled back, and his jade eyes sparkle with confidence. His jaw is sharp, with a light stubble resting on his face."That's my younger brother Abel," Saint whispered.Abel approached us and shook Saint's hand be