Michael was getting irritated where he was. All of a sudden, the cops were showing up in large numbers, and Amanda was nowhere to be found."Alright boys, let's round this up!" Michael spoke out.The men all stopped and looked at him."I know, I am not your boss, but I can't seem to find Amanda anywhere and the police are coming, so we will have to ditch this place and run," Michael explained.He expected Amanda to do just fine, besides she was crazy enough to save him from the FBI that day. She would save herself."Where is Amanda?" One of the men asked. "We can't leave without her," he looked around. There was a murmuring passing among the group."For Christ's sake! It is almost morning, we have to go," Michael pointed at the sky.The sun was just On the horizon, it was just seconds away from sunrise. There was no time to wait around anymore."Michael!" Amanda suddenly appeared from behind a vehicle and she limped heavily.Her Kawasaki bike was oddly naked and there were a few crazy
Iryna's eyes felt like lead when she woke up. She was in and out of sleep for the past eight hours. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. The bandages on her hands made them feel even sore.She looked out of the window and all she saw was water, from a bird's eye view. They were on their way to The United States... home."You were out for quite a long," a deep voice spoke.Iryna turned in the direction of the voice and saw Lucien sitting on a chair on the other side. IV lines were there and he wore a blanket over his legs. He looked better now, and his wounds had been tended to."Gosh," Iryna rubbed her eyes and yawned. "How are you doing, Lucien?" Iryna asked. She stretched and heard a few bones bop in her shoulders."Never been better," Lucien laughed. "The doctor said it was a miracle I was alive. My liver has been grazed, plus a lot of other internal blood vessels," he said with a smile. "Seems like I will be out for months," Lucien chuckled."Just rest up," Iryna told him. She looked o
"Sir, the plane has landed," the intercom buzzed.Michael was seated inside a black limousine and sipped wine from his cup."Any sign of them?" He asked after he had put his glass down."Yes, they are stepping out of the plane," the intercom buzzed again."Jesus, New Orleans is so cold at this time of the year," Amanda shivered as she entered the car. "So this is the United States," Amanda looked out of the window at the high-rise buildings in the Central Business District."The target has landed, the plan is being kicked into motion," Michael said."Good, they will be heading to the mansion, and we will cut them off in that location you mentioned," Amanda held Michael's chest and began drawing circles."What are you doing?" Michael suddenly asked.Amanda came up and kissed Michael on the lips, short and fast."What was that for?" Michael asked as blushes developed on his cheek."That is just part one, I will give you the rest when we are done with them," Amanda whispered in his ears.
The sound of helicopters got closer and panic started spreading among the gangs and Mafia lords that surrounded the empty cars."The FBI!" Someone screamed.Government-issued SUVs pulled up and FBI SWAT teams were already over the place, holding their guns at them. They were completely surrounded.Michael gritted his teeth and dropped his phone. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" He screamed. "Why does this always happen to me!"The FBI team wasted no effort in apprehending all the Mafia and gang members.The mission was possible because of two things, one, the FBI had come in massive numbers and had surrounded their enemies. Two, because of their magnificent entree, the enemy was too overwhelmed to act that they had suddenly given up their will to fight."Drop your weapons and go down on your knees, order of the bureau!" someone said on a loudspeaker."Fuck this!" Michael dragged Amanda and kicked Marcus out of his way. He ran forward to a nearby vehicle, but he was stopped by agents.Amanda tried
The court had been swift in declaring Marcus and Michael's verdict.Michael had hired a hot-shot criminal lawyer that lied like fuck during the entire hearing. The man was so good that he had almost even convinced everyone at the hearing that his client Michael was innocent, but the evidence was just too much against him.Marcus had been sentenced to ten years in prison with light labor in a penitentiary in California.Michael was sentenced to twenty-one years in prison, with hard labor and no parole. His modeling career was over, his life was over as it stood."Mark my words, you will pay for this!" Michael had said to Iryna when he was being thrown in a van."It should get old by now, shouldn't it?" Lucien waved him away at the court.Amanda Walters was still being held by the FBI, and it looked like it would remain like that for a while.The FBI wanted to fish out all information about the Mafia network in Latin America.Tyrese's charred body was later recovered.It was discovered
Iryna was worried.She had been sitting on the same spot for more than three hours now and her back was aching. She took a napkin from her pocket and mopped the beads of sweat that had gathered around her brows. She knew she had to look good. It was an important day - the day she was going to finally going to say “Yes” to the handsome model, her high school crush and long time boyfriend, Michael Grant. She had been looking forward to this day for a very long time now and she was very much excited.A message popped up on her phone screen and she opened it in a hurry to see who it was.“Sorry Iryna. I almost forgot about the outing. I’ll be there in a few…”Iryna smiled and adjusted her glasses on her face. She didn’t care if she had to wait for hours to see Michael. What mattered to her was that he was coming. She giggled in excitement and arranged the table quickly. Everything needed to be in order.She turned around to see that the waiter was smiling at her. The waiter, Fred Wal
The sound of the phone ringing on the table was what woke Iryna up the next morning. After a long day that started with waiting for hours and ended with a painful rejection, Iryna Gallagher had walked all the way home and fallen on her bed in tears. She had slept off crying that night and she would have still been sleeping as late as 11am that morning if not for the person that was calling her continuously.Iryna stood up angrily and took the phone to look at who it was. It was the waiter, Fred Walters. Could the damn old man not leave her alone for just a minute! She cut the call and threw her phone on the table before falling face first on the bed. She was still on the blue gown she had worn for the engagement party and she didn’t care if she got it rumpled. She was going to do whatever she liked. What’s the worst that could happen anyways?The phone rang again and Iryna grunted in anger as she stood up to pick the call. It was Fred. She picked the call and started barking
The car screeched to a halt after about fifteen minutes of driving and Iryna strained her eyes to see where they had stopped. The tinted windows blocked her view however and she closed her eyes once more in the hope that when she opened them again, she would discover that she had been dreaming.Iryna’s eyes opened to the harsh reality that she was not dreaming. It was real. One of the men caught her by the arm and pulled her out of the car and she squinted under the light of the sun. It was afternoon and they didn’t even care that the day was bright and people would be watching. They led her towards the door of a mansion and the man in front pushed the gate open. Iryna looked around quickly and did a quick sign of the cross. If she was actually in trouble with the owner of that mansion, then there was no saving her. They stopped at the entrance of a hallway and pushed it open. The hall came into full view immediately and Iryna marveled at the beauty of the place. The walls wer