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
SAMANTHA’S POV “Fuck!” I flung the cellphone to the wall. The gadget shattering on impact. Gently i massaged my temples pacing a little to calm myself down. But it wasn't working. There was still a half-empty bottle of rum on the reading table, I Walked over and picked it up, gulping everything down. Completely ignoring the burn on my throat. Then I stood there, taking short exhales and waiting for the alcohol to kick in. Today is one silly ridiculous day. She picked the location, yesh, but it was on my husband's turf. To be frank, she was most likely in danger than I was. ‘Who in heaven’s name called the police?’ I let myself find the bed and lie down. ‘I will gut that son of a bitch when I find him.’ my eyes shut calmly, for a moment the stillness of the room seemed to quiet my pensive nerves but then, a knock on my door crushed my peace.A deep from settled on my lips. I took out my gun. Lip tight and anger spread across my face. The fucker who is disturbing my peace, oh
SAMANTHA’S POV I signed the discharge paperwork and left the counter, my bag in hand. A sigh escaped my lips as I looked back at the hospital ward. All I could think of was last night. After everything I did for Leo, he still treats me like dirt.Unconsciously, I wore the same dejected look at I left the hospital. Completely immersed in my thoughts to notice the car in front of me until the driver honked.“Hey bitch, you are blind?”I looked up, he voice was awfully familiar. The woman smiled at me. “You look like a mess. Where did that tough gil I met yesterday go?” Gina Romano said, popping open the backseat for me.I looked around. Indeed, Leo didn't send anyone to pick me up. I sighed again.“You getting in or not?” she called out to me again. I huffed, fuck everything, I can't believe I am still waiting for that bastard. I hopped in. She drove off immediately. Today she has chosen to wear her hair long and the wind blew it into a nice tousled while she rode the car like a
GINA'S POV“Sofia, I don't want to hurt you.” his voice was low, melancholic.“I don't care what you want. Stop calling me that name. It's not mine.”“If it's revenge yiu want. You have it. Six years if living without you has been a nightmare. Living with you… its killed me.”“No it hasn't.” I pulled close, holding his gaze. A glare in my eyes. “I want you to wish see you wish you were burnt alive.”“Sofia-”“Leonardo. You think a heartbreak will cut it. Will make me stop. Look at me!” I yelled into his face. “I had to cut my face off just to come back and you really think your petty wounded heart will fix things!”He was silent, just staring at me. For some reason that only made my anger worsen.I clenched down on my teeth so much it would crack. I suppressed the anger. Taking deep breaths and long exhales. A thousand bad things were tugging at me. Begging me to act but I tightened my grip and held it back.“You know what, never mind. You shouldn't have bothered digging all this up
GINA'S POV I frowned when Quinn laughed at what I just told him. He could see the dark look in my eyes but he still thought it was amusing.“It's not funny Quinn" My son thinks he is a hero because he saved his teacher from an imaginary bad guy with a gun.”He chuckled again, cutting his bacon. “Let the boy dream. Its nice to know he is already thinking alot about what he wants to be in the future.”I rolled my eyes. “I haven't decided I want he to be a cop so let's drop that.” He grinned. “I wonder what you are worried about. At least he is not thinking about girls.” He eyed me, taking a tender bit out of the bacon. He licked his lips.I threw the napkin at him. “Fucker.” He chuckled, devilishly. But when he saw that I wasn't wearing my smiling face again, he had to stop.“Look Gina. His passion is taking form. You should be happy. If you don't like it, now is not the time to trample on it. The boy already missing you enough. You should be there first before you start
LEO’S POV “She may have just wanted to start a new life and decided a change of identity would work well.” I crossed my leg and stoked my chin. “If that's the case, a new name would not be enough to give her a different life.” Montolo gasped, his lips parted and his eyes lit up like chrismas lights. He turned to his computer immediately. “What did you realize?” I asked him. “Plastic surgery. It's the perfect way to change your identity. Surgeries follow no specific restructure guideline but merely changes different proportions of the face, usually leave their patients with an appearance similar to a thousand different persons.” He stopped. “She did have surgery.” I glanced into the screen. He has sized up her face with several types of computer tools and it isolated portions that are artificial. There are a good number of them. “Your girl had surgery more than once to get that pretty face.” I was silent all the while. Just staring at the screen. A thought gnawing at my he
LEO’S POV I popped open the car door and stepped down. I took a moment to take in the surrounding. It still seem rather hard to believe. ‘Where the hell am I?’The place is not in any map and it wasn't hard to tell why. The desolation is enough to tell you no school can exist here. The dilapidated buildings complimented the filth and decay that perfumed the air around us. “Right this way.” The escort said. Montolo has assigned someone to pick me up. There is no way I would have found her all by myself. I followed him. Head up and eyes forward, trying to ignore the eyes that stared my way. Montolo had stated in his report that I wear something very local and simple but still, I looked like a millionaire In their midst.The eyes kept watching me until I disappeared into the impoverished looking kiosk attached to a collapsing building. My skin crawled at the thought of what might be going on, on their mind “Where is this place?” I asked the escort.“Id I told you it wouldn't
LEO’S POV I watched the little kids troupe out through to gates, in their matching uniforms and colored bags. For some unforeseen reasons Which I may or may have not caused, school has to close up early.Somehow, Alduro got me a chance to keep Quinn from knowing about this but I have roughly an hour before he got wind of it. It is enough. All I needed is time to get to know that boy.I put a cigarette in my mouth and clicked the lighter. The little boy hopped out immediately. I abandoned everything and climbed down the car. That tiny brat is as smart as a fifteen year old so I have to calmly approach him. He was standing in front of the school gate, looking around for the car that picked him up, always. He had a bandage around two of his fingers and a cute flush on his cheeks.His attentom was so completely immersed in his vigil that he didn't notice me until I had gotten close but once he did. He tucked his bag firmly on his back and eyed my every step. He looked ready to ru
I got down through the elevator and exited the hospital. It is almost noon and I have decided to pick up baby Derek myself.I held been awfully detached from him lately. He must really hate me now. I sighed while I walked to her car. Today, an amusement park just down town would be making its grand opening. I would take him there and I would let him play with the water gun, if I have to. Anything to make it up to him.My eyes tailed the roll of cars in the parking lot, unconsciously searching for mine. Georgie was driving and he is the type to stay away from Cameras. I chose flats today instead of heels so I'm practically taking ghost steps all the way through the car. Unless you spotted me, nothing could make you notice I was there. The closer I got to what seemed to be my car, the more obvious the whispers I have been ignoring.Now I am three cars out and I could tell, with certainty, that the conversations is coming from beside my car. I leaned on the black SUV next to me,
GINA'S POVStanding outside, watching the nurses run checks up on the man who is lying on a comfy autopedic bed, most of his limbs broken and an ear blasted clean off. I swinged myself back and forth trying to find the courage to do what I have been rehearsing all morning. I took another look inside the ward. The nurses are almost done and are just chatting him up to relax him after they have given him news that one of his legs might get amputated. As the thought came to me, I found myself pausing to study the man on the bed. His injuries are no joke. Third degree burns on several parts of his body and fractures in several more. The combination used to make that bomb Quinn left for them is really high-risk and bloody dangerous. I brushed off the doubt building up inside me immediately. I had told Quinn not to kill Reggie and he promised me. There is no way he would go back on his promise, I think. Unintentionally, my eyes strayed to the framed picture in my handbag. The re
She spun around, looking at me with her face already wet with tears. The white light from the Crest-shaped bulbs made her tears shimmer and her pale skin glow.Tonight she has come to me in a Black strapless gown falling above her knee. The hem have these beautiful flora finishings that made her slender legs look like art. She had lost quite some weight since the last time I have bothered to take a long look at her and that was a week after she killed Sophia Immediately that thought came to mind, all the beauty I had previously noticed, disappeared. It became clear to me Sophia’s death was indeed the reason I couldn't even look at her anymore.I used to drool over her shape, her intuition and her foxy shenanigans. It's true I married her because I needed her father's wealth, she is still the total package I had hoped for.“You called for me.”“I need to know something?”“What?” Our voices where barely audible. Two whispering voice of people who had become emotional gripped by
LEO’S POV I stood afar watching those little chirping things popping up from behind the gates and rushing to hug their parents. They wore the biggest smiles and complained about the smallest things. They also broke anything they touched, which is so annoying but still, it doesn't make the fact that children are like hot coco on a cold day. I exhaled, slightly saddened by the beautiful sight I have been beholding. For half a second, I sort of wanted one for myself.The honking of a Mercedes Benz shot me right out of my reverie. I threw a bloodshot eye behind. Apparently some blind bitch is trying to make me wheel out of the parking space.She even yelled. “This is my spot buddy, get out.”I eyed her, one hand on the passenger side and another on a full loaded silencer. She yelled again. Reminding me this time who she is and how I am an ass for parking in her space. I looked away from her, calming my peaking rage and deciding that I will not be violent in front of children. I