And when we finished the meal, I stacked our plates together myself, putting the spoons on the top plate then I looked back at it, admiring the artist stunt I pulled. It was a habit I developed as Sofia.When I looked up from the plates, Leo was staring at me. He seemed stunned and still unable to comprehend what he saw. That's when it occurred to me that this might just remind him of Sofia.I quickly apologized for getting distracted and then asked him to electronically mail the contract to me, then I left the chair. Pocketing my sweaty palms. My composure was ripping apart and I couldn't let him see it. I hadn't quite prepared for situations like this and I knew I would blow my cover if I stayed any longer. My hands touched the door handle. But I didn't move. I couldn't because Leo did something completely insane.“Sofia!!” He called out.Shock ran through me. I froze right on that stop. I was certain, my heart stopped beating too.My brain flipped through all it's archives looki
QUINN'S POV I drove back, Georgie was away on orders to take the new aids to Gina’s hotel. The ride was a quiet one because she was asleep beside me. That alone was awfully distracting. I couldn't help but steal glances. She had worn a neat red matte lipstick but now, it was smudged. The residue is still tinting my lips.Unconsciously, I rolled my tongue around a bit. I could still taste her but I tried not to think about it. The push and that dead look in her eyes when I squeezed; it still haunting me.We had had disagreements in the past but she hadn't been so physical. Maybe seeing Leo was aggregating her, Making her feel used like he had used her but that was the thing, I'm not ready to make sense of what we have.I exhaled softly, tousling my hair and looking at her. The road was clear, the sun on her face. The way she looked in her peaceful moments, is what really does it for me.Sometimes I just want to embrace her, reach out and touch every bit of her. To rock her until I
GINA'S POV I walked right into the mall, trying Hailey’s cell. Service was way too poor here today. Finally it connected and she told me she was at the baby's stall.I hurried to her. When I found her, she was sitting and rocking a sleeping Derek, a bodyguard position in ordinary clothes. Another one was somewhere around the corner, hidden in the crowd.I sat next to her immediately.“Quinn said i should come stay with you.” I whispered, pecking Derek on the cheek.“Did something happen? You two are not usually separated so early?” She replied, her voice barely audible just like mine. “No. Nothing at all. He said he had something to do.” I made the bending Bunny ears sign at her symbolizing. just a fancy way of saying it's not my business’.Hailey made a ‘oh’ sign with her lips. She rose from her seat, picking up her flower purse. “If that's the case then let's start heading home. I am starving.” Hailey explained. I grabbed her dress, trying not to make myself look too vigilant.
QUINN'S POV I opened my eyes and looked over the bloody corpses lying all over the floor. The dimly lit warehouse reeked of gasoline too. The horrifying air of death hung over all of us. There is still someone alive amongst the guests in the warehouse with me. He is chained on both his legs and turned upside down, his body suspended from the ceiling. He still grinned at me, although most of his face had been bludgeoned by crowbars. “Like what you see, Quinn?” He said to me, I shook my head, wondering why he never learned. “I will kill you, Alduro. Do you not realize that?” I asked, pretty convinced that he didn't. “You won't.” He coughed, blood dripping out of his mouth. “You need to break me first. You won't kill a man whose will is intact.” I frowned. The color drained from my face and only a dull, indifferent and gloomy look remained. “You are betting your life on that alone.” The seat creaked as I stood up. Walking slowly, the heels of my Polish black shoes clicked o
GINA’S POVI exhaled, exhausted.“All done.” I relaxed on the lush cushion chair, rubbing my sore neck. Make up is not as easy as it looks on the Internet. I glanced back at the mirror. Exceptional pleased by the work I have done on my face. The intricate detailing of the lipstick accentuating my vumptious lips. The contours outlining my face and the button nose I naturally had. My hair was disheveled. I hadn't touched it because I was too busy with my face. Lazily, I stole a glance at the clock.“8:30pm” I grumbled. The gala starts In less than two hours. I don't have time for my hair anymore. Well- I rose up and ran a hand through it- a little rascality will not hurt the event.I flopped into the walk-in closet and wore the dress. Quinn had it made for me. A slight blush tinted my cheeks I remembered him insisting to work the measurements himself. He didn't want even the female tailors to touch me. I brushed my hair to the side and puff in displeasure. What was his problem anyway
He glided towards me, the wind fluttering his black jacket. That devil has worn it over tailored black trousers, he let them hold him firmly below the waist. Like he knew I would look and he wanted me to like what I see.The buttons he let loose, bared his muscular chest, and sculpted abs that begged to be touched. He held my gaze in his ice-blues and I think we lost in them. In the way he carried himself like he has been accustomed to being reverenced. Everything about him was charming, breathtaking and unforgettable.He paused right in front me, his broad back and his possessive presence, turned Leo into a lingering shadow. Gently, he took my hand and kissed it.I was genuinely taken away. Swept off my feet by every bit of him. Quinn always had a crude look. Like he is lord over the monsters. He never wore a devil's charm before. At that moment, I completely forgot what he use to look like. All I wanted was to let this version of him have me right now.“You look more beautifu
My chauffeur parked right in front of an old restaurant somewhere at the edge of town. The turf is manned by Leo’s mob which was why I chose it as our meeting place.I needed her to feel comfortable. To never expect what is coming. The door bells jingled as I pushed the door open. I had picked a small skirt, some skin leggings and high black boots. Then a crop top to match. Gold on wrist and adorning my fingers. Samantha had gone for something plain, probably thinking i would judging by the nature of our meeting place.Now we sat side by side. I, drinking ale from a large jar, my legs crossed looking like I was listening to the story of a slave.“You came quite over dressed.” She remarked, not hiding her distaste“I wear what I want, Darling. Now-” I rolled my eyes to her. “You have something for me right?”She passed me a newspaper. I took a casual peep at it. The stuff was there. Bits of it spread beneath the newspaper. I felt it with my fingers. I hadn't taken drugs before s
QUINN’S POV I laid back in the car, a cigar in between my fingers and little flickers of light falling away. My eyes closed, the sound of water washing on and off the beach shore was my …. I wasn't sleeping but for the first time in months, I was at peace.I just couldn't tell what exactly was bringing this ephemeral feeling. Was it the distance that I had given my life as a Mafia? Was it that this place resembles where my parents were buried or was it that Gina was not her? I opened my eyes, that awkward sweetness was deadening into me again. I sat up and looked out the window. For a moment, I thought I saw her but then I looked again and Gina wasn't there. I shut my, exhaling slowly and rubbing the sleep off them.Another one of those hallucinations again. What the hell has she done to me? I feel as if I'm in bondage, like I cannot rest and I cannot find slumber until I am near her. Until I hear her voice. My heart use to be so hollow and hardened, how is it that this s
I stood sit, staring at the empty sea where my ship once sailed. Some boken pieces of metal managed to float, the wave drifting them to shore for me to see. Perhaps, like the universe, it was trying to wreck me displaying what I had lost before my eyes.Somehow it all seemed sort of unreal. Like a very bad nightmare. My bleeding arm gnawed at me and my vision blurred a few times from the throbbing headache behind my head but it didn't seem to make me want to believe that this is really what It is. I just watched 200 billion worth of cargo go up in blast and flames.In that moment, I felt the meaning of emptiness. The hollow, dead-like and soul crushing feeling that I had lost so much. My body was weary and slightly trembling but I couldn't bring myself to walk away. The loss hit me too hard to let me move, even when the obvious screeching of a car was evident. The engine stopped, and the driver got out. I did not look back until he spoke.“What an explosive day, don't you think?”A d
I hopped into the Ferrari and Reggie hit the brakes, screeching into the road. Everything was forgotten; my grief, my sobbing and even shaving. That shipment was carrying nearly half my life savings. I lose that and I will have a taste of bankruptcy for the first time. There is nothing a Mafia lord feared more that losing moneyThe port is still an hour ride from us even though Reggie is disobeying every traffic signs. I loaded up the revolver, placing them next to us. If Quinn is really there then there is definitely going to be a blood bath in motion.My phone rang, the Don managing the port is calling. I picked the call, impatienting yelling into the phone.“Where the fuck have you been?!”“Boss, I'm sorry but we are taking in heavy fire right now.” I could here guns offloading in the background and men sprouting curses.“Do you have eyes on Quinn?”“No, boss he isn't here.”“Find him.” I cut the call, ramming my hand on the car door. I took in a deep breath and exhaled. Su
LEO’S POV I sat alone in the silence of the room, nursing my bruised arm. The grandfather clock ticking one second after the other and the breeze swinging the curtains side by side. There is a lingering ache in my chest. I sucked in a breath but I couldn't exhale. Yesterday kept coming back to me each time tried to breathe, to release the pain. I shut my eyes, feeling tears fill my eyes until the glittered when I opened them. The tears threatened to fall but everytime I looked at the picture frame in front of me, I wijced the tears back. I didn't deserve to feel sad. I didn't deserve to cry. I didn't have to right to grieve. The day Sofia died, I didn't go to find her body, I didn't ask of her again. She was the only one who treated me like I was human and I disregarded her like she was filth.What was I thinking. Remembering the past now made me wonder how on earth finding I thought I could find someone to replace her. I didn't deserve happiness. Sitting in the quiet I
My heart stopped when I heard those words. Every bit it the way he said it, was enchanting. Tonight he came to me with a fine black shirt and faded blue jeans. We looked like teens hiding out in a garden because we didn't want anyone to know, we were….“Sofia.” His voice broke into my reverie.“Yes.”“I… know you are. I know you…. You are probably upset about…”“Quinn, please, not now. Don't change the topic here.”He was quiet, pursing his lips like he always did when he is embarrassed. That was something that almost never happened. He sucked in a breath and exhaled.“I am sorry. I am really sorry. I held back even ehen I knew you didn't want me to. I made you feel like you mattered only because of what you could do for me.”He squeezed my hand.“I am sorry I didn't tell you what I should. I made you keep quiet and hold back so much. To constantly ask yourself what exactly we are.”I looked down at our hands. “You don't have to apologize. This is my fault too.”“No, it's n
The rest of the day went like flashes. I must have blacked out but Quinn’s last words lingered in my sub-consciousness. It felt like a dream. Like I fantasied it and even when I opened my eyes on the hospital bed and I saw him, heads down, sleeping soundly, i still found it all hard to believe.Perhaps it was fathom fear that left my heart still racing or it was the fact that I couldn't believe he said that.To be honest, I had forgotten. I had completely forgotten we got married a while after we met. There was just this unspoken rule that no one should refer to it because it wasn't real.I turned my head to stare at him, lost in a reverie where I actually imagined what it would be like if we lived like an ordinary couple and Dereck was our son.I guess it was because of how carried away I was, that I didn't hear the nurse come in.“Mam. You are awake.”I looked her way, Quinn’s eyes opened immediately. As expected, he didn't exactly dose off.“How are you feeling?” She asked,
“Anyone. Anyone. An….”“50 billion dollars.” The crowd gasped looking around immediately. Searching for who spoke. I looked back, at the man in the dark. I knew it was him. A frown creeped up my lips. As Gina, there were some habits I had as Sofia which I never gave up, one of them was Losing an auction.“Going. going. Go…”“200 billion dollars.” I yelled it, standing up with my plaque held up. A smug look on my face. Let's see him outbid that. “This item is… is…. is…. SOLD!!” He hit the hammer on the table and I clenched my fist in victory. I hung my head up, allowing the pride to inflate my ego. Standing in the middle of the room, felt somewhat exotic and nostalgic. The memories of that auction was rushing back and I felt as though it was repeating itself. The thought made me smile at how my mind could wander sometimes.There was no way it could repeat itself. It was night that day but more importantly, Leo was in the room and I walked over to him because his little stunt had ch
GINA'S POV I stood in front of the mirror, not staring at myself but at the emptiness that had become my life. Revenge made me feel hollow with each passing day. If Quinn had not been as easy going as he was, I wonder what would be my faith. I had to admit, I liked being in his arms, there was an assurance that it gave me which I couldn't find anywhere else. Last night, I spent it reminding Quinn that all I wanted was to sleep. He played deaf far too many times, trying to get my PJs off. But eventually, he succumbed. I sucked in a breath and exhaled, shutting my eyes. Today is just odd. Since I woke up, I had been feeling uneasy. Like there is something I wasn't telling myself.I grabbed my towel I head into the bathroom, filling the tub and taking a minute to soak. I guess perhaps I'm feeling this way because I knew deep down that last night I actually wanted Quinn not to listen to me. I just couldn't understand why when it came to Quinn, I just couldn't accept how I fe
LEO’S POV I just stood there, my fingers slightly clenching the bridge of my nose. Exhaustion was evident in the silken look on my face but frown on my lips deep, dark and menacing like the glare in my eyes as I stared at the drunk Reggie drooling on my Multi-million dollar couch.I bet even God knew it was the past we shared they was keeping me from shooting him or perhaps it was just that I didn't want to wipe blood off that couch.I took a moment to exhale, letting the air flow out with the hot air. I scratched my hair in slight frustration and the looked towards the door where the butler was hiding.“Get that thing off my couch.”“Yes Sir.” He shuddered in, running like a frightened child, to wake Reggie. I left them disappearing upstairs. If I stayed a little longer, I will probably shoot them bothThe first thing I did, the instant I pushed the bedroom door open, is to fling myself on the bed, shutting my eyes immediately after.I tried to envision Gina's face when she
GINA'S POV Quinn parked the car miles away from the government house. If we needed to be normal, a Ferrari would definitely destroy that impression. We flashed our IDs at the checkpoint and stated our destination. We were led right to the office on the second floor. An air-conditioned white tiled off with the American flag placed in the most expensive flag-holder I had ever seen. We sat close on the brown cushion. Quinn scrolled through his phone and I admired the picture of the United States president, unaware that Quinn had abandoned his phone and was looking at me until I turned. He smiled.“He is too old for you.”I frowned, raising my middle finger at him. This is the third time today he made an annoying joke. What's with him anyways. He has never been this… calm.He chuckled at what I did. “If you want to look at anything, look this way.” “At what?” He leaned forward, so fast. I couldn't even react before his face was right next to mine. His board chest almost touch