BiancaPumpkin was sitting on the edge of my bed with her elbows perched in front of her. Her hands were holding her chin as she stared worriedly at me. One of her legs touched the floor supporting her weight whilst the other one dangled freely. It was obvious that her two legs were perfectly okay.What the heck is this? Are her legs good now? I thought, looking around. The setting looked so familiar, making me scan the room intensely. "Home!" I thought and scanned more intensely.I was in my home at the cabin and my father was at a corner drinking. What the heck? When did I return home and why is Santiago's daughter here with me?"Pumpkin? You ain't supposed to be here," I tried to speak but my tongue cleaved to the roof of my mouth and I couldn't speak. Panicking, I repeated and this time a mad rush of light flooded my eyes as they blinked open.My eyes continued to blink as they adjusted to the light. When I attained focus, Santiago's daughter was there. She was sitting in her whe
Santiago Derrick skidded in the Range Rover Velar that he was driving. He's been driving for about an hour now, breaking all traffic rules, like a lunatic I was seated beside him with my belt crookedly strapped across my chest. My eyes were all shades of red as I stared grimly at the road, cussing intermittently."How many fucking hours are we going to spend on the road!?" I bellowed, drumming my fingers against the gun held in the holster around my waist."A few more minutes, boss," Rick responded tightly and continued at a breakneck speed.He suddenly swerved out of the highway and revved into a clearing. After a few minutes' drive, we were out of civilization.Before us was a large expanse of land filled with a few shrubs and scanty trees scattered here and there. The terrain was rough and there were sandy dunes all around. Although it was getting dark, we could see clearly ahead due to the sparse vegetation."What a hellhole! A perfect place for a shitty traitor like him… are you
Bianca Milla instructed me to eat in my room to avoid stressing myself out. Although I insisted that I was feeling better, she didn't listen.Well, she was right, I wasn't totally fine. I still felt a residual pain around my neck but it wasn't something serious.After I had eaten dinner, I took my medication and retired to sleep. Milla had been attending to me, I hadn't seen Darko since I returned from the hospital.As I lay in bed, I remembered Tiffany. I hadn't seen her since she left the hospital but the memories of my moments with her flooded my heart. It felt nostalgic as it was intertwined with Bella's memories. I laughed and cried at the same time. The gloomy look on Tiffany's face as she left my ward in the morning pierced my heart. She seemed to be living in an open prison where she couldn't do what she liked. She was almost like me. Irrespective of the rules, I was determined to always put a smile on her face… But how when I couldn't even go near her? Santiago….The menti
SantiagoMy eyes opened up and I looked around. I was in Bianca's bedroom, lying on the bed while she was on the couch.My bloody shirt from the previous night was lying in a lump on the floor while my toso was bare. The only cloth on my body was my messed up pair of trousers.My body ached from head to toe. The pain was more intense at my side. My fingers curled up to the area and I remembered the gash last night. Amazingly, it was gone. 'Yeah, I am a werewolf and my wounds heal faster than normal, but not…"My fingers brushed over the wound and I felt its roughness. Shit! I was stitched up! Who did this!? My eyes widened in anger. The last time I checked, I didn't follow Derrick and my men to the hospital yesterday night. They went their way and I…Fuck! Did I stumble into Bianca's room? I thought as hazy memories clouded my head.Who the heck stitched me up!?"I need answers!" I yelled and bungled myself out of Bianca's bed. She flinched from her sleep and when she saw me, she spra
Santiago"If anything goes wrong in my body, I will sniff the life out of that bitch! And why the heck is J Jones keeping me waiting!" I yelled impatiently into the quiet room.Whilst my guards were outside, I was alone in my private ward waiting to be checked by my doctor. The ward was specifically designed for me. I only visited whenever I needed to and when I was not there, no one dared to use it.Just like Jones heard me, he walked in with a bright smile and I wondered if he ever had a bad day in his life, he was always smiling. He would smile even when someone's heart had just been poked out fiercely.He had been a good friend and one of the best surgeons around, of course with some perks of the mafia, no one worked in my estate without minimum combatant training.Since he was my doctor, he knew my greatest secret… as a werewolf, the mysterious healing ability of my body gave me away.“My lord," he muttered meekly, looking mighty chipper as he moved towards my bed.I flashed him
Bianca My night was filled with nightmares. I rolled from one side of the bed to the other but I couldn't sleep. How could someone be so brutal?Images of the nameless maid that Santiago shot dead in front of me filled my head all night. Her frightening stares, the sound of the gunshot, and the sound of her body clashing on the floor replayed in my head, haunting my every breath.Indeed, I never learned. I was battered and told that I was no hero after putting myself in harm's way to save the great lord's daughter…and now? He killed someone because I meddled in his business! And what was that? I treated him! I saved him from dying! I screamed in my head as the dead maid's pale face pierced my heart.She died because of me! I shuddered and rose from the bed.'If I don't stop, more people will die! I am also as good as dead." Fear gripped my heart as I remembered my father. I must get him out of here alive. But how will I put up with this for a year? I touched my sore neck and sank bac
Bianca"Pumpkin… You're here…" I whispered, struggling out of my bed. One after the other, I lifted each foot, walking towards her. I ran my hands vigorously through my hair, dreading every step. What am I going to say to her?"You will ruin your braids," she mouthed, still staring at me. She was watching my every step.Wringing my hands, I towered over her. All that was in my head was how to turn down her offer."I did it!" She giggled."I told you, father can't turn me down!" "Yes… You said you would get his permission," I said dryly and stood straight, looking at her. How do I turn down his damsel? She noticed my coldness and her beautiful brows cringed up in a frown. "Don't tell me you are…""Pumpkin…" I called her solemnly and turned my back to her."No! Are you going to turn me down? No! We made a promise…"Gosh! How do I tell a ten-year-old girl that I was not permitted around her? How do I tell her that I am bound by some rules and the last time I broke the rules, someone wa
BiancaI thought we were going out of the estate, but I was mistaken. Tiffany's school was right within the estate! I remembered the wine press too. What else is in here?The school was an elementary school but not your usual kind of school.Stepping through the grand entrance, I was immediately struck by the opulence that surrounded me. The foyer was striking. It has a soaring ceiling adorned with intricate moldings and a stunning chandelier that refracted light with myralds of colours. The floors were made of polished marble. They gleaned beneath our feet as we proceeded. The receptionist bowed slightly and I could tell that she was no ordinary. Her visage bespoke 'Mafia'. The foyer led to a sweeping staircase that curved like a ribbon to the upper floors. I was still pushing Tiffany's chair and I stood in the front of the staircase contemplating how to get her on the stairs.One of the guards rushed forward. He pressed some buttons and an elevator with the inscription, 'execut