OCTAVIA'S POVMy body moved swiftly with a practiced ease that I still find fascinating as I kept punching the bag, my fists almost in sync with the beat of the music blasting in my ear, I didn't hear the sound of anyone come in but I saw the door of the gym open through the side of my eye making me still for a brief second. My breath came out in soft pants and I looked at the entrance to see Aaron coming in still in his outfit from earlier. He walked inside and leaned causally again the wall opposite me, his stoic expression still intact as he watched my watch him, he raised a questioning eyebrow at me when I didn't do anything. I felt a bit self conscious under his steady gaze, but I ignored him and turned back to the bag and threw another punch, trying to shake the. But the weight of his presence and his silence was unnerving, and I found myself slowing down. "Are you done?" He asked flatly, his voice breaking the silence. I stopped mid punch and lowered my fists. My knuckles
OCTAVIA'S POV The first thing I remembered when I woke up was Zion's text from yesterday; I had completely forgotten to reply to his message after I got home. The sunlight streamed through the curtain, and I checked the clock on the wall, and it was already past nine am. I didn't know I still slept in till this late; it's been a while. I blinked and sat up, rubbing the drowsiness from my eyes, and groaned as I stretched out across the bed. I grabbed my phone from the bedside table, and I opened my messenger app and saw the text. I started typing a reply, "Good morning, Zion. I'm sorry I didn't," I deleted the whole thing and decided to give him a call instead. I took a deep breath, dialed his number, and pressed the phone to my ear. The dialed twice before he picked up “Octavia?” Zion’s familiar deep voice came through, and my heart squeezed slightly; hearing his voice stirred up a mix of emotions. We have spoken properly since… well, since things fell apart between us. "Hi," I
OCTAVIA'S POV Bree popped out of nowhere, startling me as Aaron and I stepped out of Lionel’s office; she had clearly been eavesdropping, and now she is practically bouncing on her toes with excitement. "Was that really Dimitri, like the main Dimitri, leader of the Russian mob?!" She gushed. I almost laughed at her facial expression and her enthusiasm. "Yeah," I said. "You know him?" Her look turned dreamy, "Well, not personally, but that can be rectified, she sighed. "Dimitri is the youngest vor v zakone there has ever been and the most dangerous too. He took power from his uncle when he was just twenty years old, and he is feared by everyone in Russia." Bree continued as we all made our way to the living room."I have only seen him in pictures; he is the most handsome man ever," she shot Aaron a look. No offense to you, Aaron, but we are talking about Dimitri here." Aaron just looked bored. "I wonder if he wants to get married anytime soon," she continued dreamily, and I burst
OCTAVIA'S POV My heart raced slightly as I stepped into the restaurant, and my eyes immediately scanned the room until they landed on Zion. He sat at a table at one corner of the resturant doing something on his phone and nursing a glass of water. My heart clenched as I drank in the sight of him, he still looks almost exactly the same, the same messy brown hair but he now has a faint stubble along his jaw. It made him look darker and more mature and his piercing green eyes popped even more. It suited him though because I can point out why but he has gotten even more handsome. I quickly reminded myself that this is not a date. Yet, as I watched his gaze move upwards and his lips curve in a smile as he looked at me, i felt my heart squeeze again. Memories of everything we used to have flooded my mind, the late night talks, our share jokes the laughter, even when we used to fight, the way he used to look at me like I was his entire world, the memories of the hurt and betrayed look on
My heart skipped a beat, but I kept my face neutral. “Zion—”“No, let me finish,” he interrupted, holding up a hand. “I know I messed up. What happened between us...it was my fault. I was stupid, and I let my loyalty to my brother blind me completely, I know it might be too late to fix anything but I really hope you can forgive me. I came to my senses the next day but by then it was already too late."I swallowed hard, his words hitting me like a punch to the chest. “Zion...”“I miss you, Octavia,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. His green eyes searched mine, and for a moment, the world seemed to fade away. “I miss you so much, I miss you in a way that I never knew would be humanly possible. "I looked away, unable to handle the intensity of his gaze. My emotions are a tangled mess, and I don’t know what to say. Part of me wanted to believe him, to let myself fall back into the comfortability of what we once had but times have changed now we can't just go back to before,
AARON'S POV I watched as Octavia closed the car door and walked up the steps to the house, her curvy figure illuminated by the soft orange glow of the evening sun. Her long, black hair bounced lightly with each step, catching the golden light and shimmering like silk. She moved with her usual quiet confidence, but I wasn’t fooled. I've spent enough time around her to know when something was bothering her, and right now, she was troubled. I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles turning white as I forced himself to stay seated. I have already lost control once tonight, and I can't afford to let it happen again. What is it about her that makes me want to lose my composure?When she said she wanted to go out earlier, I had assumed she was meeting her friend. At first I tried to convince myself that I don't care, she is a grown woman and whoever she meets is not my business, my job is just to protect her but when I saw her her approach that man, Zion, the taste in my mouth tur
OCTAVIA'S POVThe morning after my meeting with Zion passed in a blur of preparations, I didn’t even have the time to dwell on what happened. As much as I don't want to admit it, my nerves are a mess as I went it my room to get ready, as nervous as I am I can't afford to let it show, I am supposed to be the one leading the rest of the team and Mikel is definitely going to have a field day if I show any sign of weakness. Mikel wasn’t subtle about his displeasure. He doesn’t trust me, and he made no effort to hide it I don't trust him either but I refused to let him or anyone else get in my head.By evening, everything was set.I was startled when Bree bounded into my room without knocking"Are you ready," she asked"Almost," I said trying get my hair in a bun."I can't imagine how nervous you must be right now, are you okay?" She asked. “Want me to tag along for moral support?” she asked again,
OCTAVIA'S POVThe cold, salty breeze from the port hit my face as we stepped out of the car. The place was quiet with the sound of distant waves crashing against the docks the only thing breaking the silence. The port was dimly lit by a flickering streetlights that cast long shadows across the worn concrete and old containers.Aaron stood at my side, while Bryon and the others flanked us as we waited for the russians to arrive. My heartbeat thrummed steadily in my chest from anticipation, I tightened my grip on my mother’s knife that I had already moved to my hand, the comforting weight helped me feel more grounded.The Russians arrived a few monents later, three black SUVs pulled up in front of us and they stepped out with air of danger and authority. They exactly like I imagined, huge and dangerous, the also held weapons that matched the ones that we were holding, the only person that appeared a but normal was the man that appeared to b
Her phone was unreachable. I paced back and forth in front of the lobby, anger and worry boiling within me. Where could she have run off to without telling me? Why was her phone unreachable? I glanced at my watch. It was just fifteen minutes to the wedding. If we don’t show up, there would be questions. If I showed up without her, there would be questions too.I rubbed off some dust on my forearm as I approached the front desk again.‘’I’m unable to reach her,’’ I said in English. ‘’Can I check the CCTV camera? Maybe someone picked her or something. We don’t know anyone here.’’The woman looked at me blankly and for a second I thought she probably did not understand English. ‘’Give me a moment,’’ she replied in English with a heavy accent.I drummed on the counter as I watched her walk to one of her colleagues. They spoke for a while and I could see them looking at me and shaking their heads. She made a sign that she was going to consult someone else and she disappeared d
I watched him walk away. I wasn’t sure who he was. I had never met him before.‘’Is that a problem?’’ Bree asked, watching me. I could hear the panic in her voice and I was beginning to regret telling her what I had noticed.‘’I don’t think so. We just need to know they know we’re armed.’’Deciding to have the wedding on a yacht instead of the family house seemed strategic to me. We were far away from where I could get vital information I came all the way for. The only way out of this predicament was to slip away in the middle of the party without raising suspicion. But that would be hard to do since we had a marked table.I picked the glass of champagne and emptied half of it in the vase quickly. Bree raised her brows. I said nothing.Half an hour into the event, I knew all was not well. The wedding had not started. I could see the look of concern on the faces of the women, the hushed whispers and the going back and forths. Perhaps Natalia had escaped just as she had thre
I watched her face twitch with concern as she looked at the photo. I wasn’t sure what was wrong but she seemed quite concerned.‘’Do you know the name of this guy she is getting married to?’’ she asked finally, raising her head from the screen.I shook my head. ‘’No. But i heard he’s like a distant cousin.’’The Bravta guys had done it before. In fact, I had heard there was a time one of the Dons married his sister. It was hard to believe that something like that could be happening in the twentieth century.She furrowed her brows again and looked at the photo before stretching the phone back to me.‘’Is there any problem?’’ I asked. ‘’It seemed as though you know him or something.’’She shook her head and pulled the duvet over her head. With Octavia, it was best to just trust her blindly. It was one of the few things I was learning with her. Whenever she didn’t want to give information about something, it was for the best. I looked at the photo one more time before responding
Our flight was going to be long. We would spend about twelve hours on air, including two connecting flights. Bree wanted to stay beside the window, so I sat on the aisle seat. It was my first time on a plane. Bree said she had only flown out once, to visit a particular favourite aunt in the United States.‘’Does mum know?’’ she asked suddenly, turning her head away from the window.‘’That we’re going alone?’’She nodded.‘’No,’’ I said. ‘’No one knows except you, me, Aaron and dad.’’She nodded and faced the window again. It was Friday morning at about 7am, when our flight took off. We hoped to be in Moscow by 7pm. Then check into a hotel for the night. Bree had mentioned that Natalia had prepared a room for us in the house. I was skeptical about it. The room could be bugged and they could be monitoring us throughout the night. As much as this journey was an opportunity for me to get intel on the Bratva operations, they could also be planning to get information from us too
I found myself replaying the scene in my head as we went back home. What did he mean by my past being closer than ever? I didn’t want anyone in my past back in my life anymore. Everyone there used me and caused me pain. I twisted my fingers and looked out of the window as the car sped along the road. Perhaps , he was mistaken. But I remembered the dead stare in his eyes and I felt chills run down my spine. Something was coming from my past and I had to prepare for it.I fuelled this fear into anger and pushed my body even harder. If this person was Axel, he would not meet a weak Octavia. Or it was the Giovannis. I was prepared to take them down, one after the other. But I had to handle the Russian mission first. I gulped down a large bottle of water and wiped the sweat on my forehead. It was just a few days before our trip. Bree was getting really good at precision and her defense game was getting impressive. I watched her rocking gently on the mat. We had just finished a
< Octavia >The bullet went right through the centre of the target. I looked at it again and smiled.‘’Great job, Bree. That was unbelievable.’’She seemed to be shocked at her own victory too. She pulled off the ear muffs and aimed the empty gun at the target again.‘’Good job,’’ Aaron said, joining us. ‘’Better luck next time.’’Bree frowned at him. I could tell she was upset. ‘’That wasn’t luck!’’ she yelled.‘’You’re suddenly an expert after one good shot?’’ Aaron remarked.She started to say something but I cut her short. She was being unnecessary temperamental. She would know Aaron too well than to take his sly remarks to heart.‘’Come and take a break, Bree,&rsquo
There was a loud crash as the bullet hit the target. I saw her move an inch backward with the recoil of the pistol. She looked at me and nodded at me encouragingly. I pulled the earmuffs over my ears and secured them tightly. I raised my rifle. It was a bit heavier than I had imagined. Eye level. Aaron watched mee quietly. I was sweating and his presence beside me was not doing me any good. It was the first time we would be so close to each other after the kiss I had stolen from him. I couldn’t tell if he was mad at me or not. I wasn’t even sure he remembered.‘’Too high,’’ he said, lowering my hand. My skin brushed against his hairy arms and I felt goosebumps crawl all over my body. He enveloped my arm with his and wrapped my shoulder within his body, positioning me correctly.‘’Your dominant eye at the target,’’ he said. He was so close to me that I could hear his breathing despite the ear muffs.‘’Feet apart,’’ Ocatvia called out. I nodded.I stared at the target ahead a
I decided to visit the house the following day. Iit was too late to show up at the house that very day and even though the following day was not the last Saturday of the month, I had a convincing story to tell.I used the rest of the day to get the exact uniform of the workers and learn a little about the company’s mode of operation in case I needed the information. I returned home, tired and hungry. I fed on some leftover sandwiches and hit the bed. It was 2 am when I woke up. I laid in bed for minutes, my eyes hovering over the ceiling, the crack lines and the rotating blades of the ceiling fan. I got up from the bed thirty minutes later to prepare for the day. I had a busy day ahead of me and I had to make sure I executed my plans correctly.—9 am. I watched from a distance as David’s car eased out of the house and cruised down the road. I waited for five minutes before I came out of my hiding place and approached the gate. I tapped on it gently and waited for the respons
Three days after the incident that nearly left me dead, i was discharged from the hospital to go home for some adequate rest.‘’You’ll need to rest, so that you’ll heal well,’’ the doctor said.Nile took me to his house. I couldn’t even protest against it. Thoughts of that evening occasionally came to mind, and it brought terror. I imagined what could have happened if the unidentified person had just shot me. I had nightmares sometimes, and in these nightmares I saw the face of the masked man. Sometimes, it was Octavia. One time it was Nile.Dad looked around the room and nodded. I could tell he was only accepting the house because Nile had convinced him that he would increase the security around the houses. I saw the creases on his face. They were even deeper than they had been the last time I saw them. It had been close to a year.‘’Whoever did this to my son will pay with their own blood. No one touches a Giovanni for free,’’ he said to no one in particular.Nile nodded. ‘