MARK'S POVThe three of us were seated in a cozy, curved section of the plane, with a low console table in front of us. The table held our drinks, snacks, and personal belongings, keeping everything within easy reach.I sat in a window seat, with Juliet beside me in the middle seat, and Camara occupied the aisle seat, giving plenty of room to stretch out and relax during the flight.As the plane got ready to soar through the skies, Juliet, Camara, and I chatted, laughed, and enjoyed each other's company, feeling grateful for the opportunity to travel and escape London Docklands in warm peace.“Your beauty glows every day, Juliet," I whispered to Juliet, and she chuckled and smiled. “Thanks, Mark, you aren't bad yourself," she responded, her voice laced with joy.“Nice to meet you again, Miss Juliet," I said teasingly, and she smiled.Camara wasn't bothered by our gestures; she had her headphones on, busy pressing her phone, displaying the ever-green song of her favorite female artist
MARK'S POV As I stepped out of the plane in Texas, I was welcomed by the cool atmosphere of the airport and my phone ringtone piercing my ears. I gently moved my hand from Juliet's and shoved it into my pocket. On my glance at the screen, Erick's name was displaying continuously, non-stop. I didn't hesitate; I picked up the call."Hello, Erick. Erick, are you there?" I said, my voice low yet urgent.He sounded disturbed at the receiving end, but I had no visual of him."Erick, I called again," I said, thinking there was a network issue on his phone."Mark, yeah, I'm here. I'm here. Where are you?" he asked, and I was worried about the sudden question from Erick. His call was sufficient for me to think something was off."Erick, I'm in Texas Airport now. I just landed along with Juliet and Camara," I responded to his question.He muted his voice, barely audible, as he said, "Mark, you are in grave danger. I need to know where you are. You are in grave danger; you need to find your way
LORENZO'S POV “Juliet escaped!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as I received the bad news at the receiving end.“Malcom, I'm happy to inform you that you're fucking crazy,” I stated, my voice audible and menacing."What insolence! You have the audacity to call me again, that you missed the target? I told you to get Juliet; that was your chance, and now she escaped.” My heart remained heated by their failure.My mind began to play tricks on me: “George has the development boldness to call me again and tell me that he has Diana, my blood sister, captive. “He owes me!" I blurted out to Malcolm on the phone as he tried to explain what really went wrong at the airport, but I didn't care. Even as my voice struggles to get above the beautiful music being played in the club as I await Calvin, who had booked an appointment with me that last week,“I think he will be my best option for getting Juliet; after all, he is Jones’s brother, and Juliet never knew him. I think he will be the be
DIANA'S POVI saw myself lying in a pool of blood, my body weak and limp. Beside me was my brother, Lorenzo, his eyes frozen in a permanent stare. I tried to reach out to him, but my hands felt heavy, as if weighed down by invisible chains.I heard the sound of footsteps echoing off the cold, damp walls. George appeared before me, his knee on my chest, a gun still clutched in his hand. I kicked my brother's lifeless body, trying to know if he was dead or still alive, and I felt a surge of anger and hatred. When he couldn't move or say anything to me.Suddenly, the scene shifted, and I found myself back in the underground warehouse where George, my brother's friend, had been holding me captive. I was locked in a small cell made of cold, grey concrete. Until I heard the sound of an inmate,“My name is Jones,” a voice calls out to me from the other cell."Miss Diana," he kept on calling. I think he must have heard my name from the men who came and brought me here the last time."Why are
DIANA'S POV As I was dragged into the cozy room. My eyes glanced at George and his two men standing upright behind him, dressed in white and black trousers, both heavily loaded with short guns.George was sitting on a wooden chair with his legs crossed over each other, and he held a gun on a wooden table in front of him. While he continued to chuckle and smile, he said, "Oh, see who cares to join us."After a few minutes, he teased me, "What took you so long?" as I was being dragged like a lab rat towards a chair in front of him. “Sit right here." I was forcefully seated on the wooden chair in front of him, making me gaze directly at his eyes. I nearly felt like slapping his face, but my two hands were rendered useless in shackles, and I couldn't lift a finger on him, leaving me to only use my mouth to defend myself."Diana, Diana, Diana, the eyes of Lorenzo are here; you look so much alike," he jokingly spoke, and I was met with a wrong impression about him."You are such a betraye
OLIVIA'S POVI'm so glad you're doing better," I said, fixing a happy gaze on Mrs. Claire. This was when Mr. George turned to give me a smile, and shockingly, he would sit down while we waited for Alex, who had stepped out to grab something to eat.After a few minutes, Alex burst back into the room, out of breath, his face pale with worry. "What's wrong?" I asked, concern etched on my face.Alex rushed to my side and grasped my arm, his eyes darting towards the door, leaving me with a fearful expression. "It's Mr. George," he whispered urgently. "He's on his way here right now."My hands sat frozen, and a chill ran down my spine. Mr. George was the last person I wanted to see, especially after everything that had happened.I felt a surge of fear, and my mind was racing with questions. What did Mr. George want? Why was he coming to the hospital unannounced?Before I could ask any of these questions, we heard the sound of footsteps outside the room, growing louder with each passing seco
MIA'S POV Mia, I'm going to get you, and I promise if I lay my hands on you, you will be dead in just a few seconds, just like your sister." Mr. George's threats still send shivers down my spine; everything I reminisced about the day he called me. My life was at stake, and not only mine, but Angel's life was also in danger. “I was sure Tracy would never forgive me if anything happened to her daughter.” I thought deeply.My heart ponders trying my best, even if it was just to save Angel and leave me dead. She had to live and survive in this world. I didn't have any other option. I needed to find Mr. Mark by myself. He was my only hope, the only person I could trust to help me find Juliet, who could unlock the flash drive.If I could lock Mr. George away before he found me, then I would be on top of the world. "Tracy, I will run this," I whispered to myself as I walked by the pedestrian way through the highway, waiting for a car.I decided to call Mr. Mark before going anywhere. Afte
MIA'S POV Then he spat at me, “I've heard you are connected with Juliet." I felt he wasn't asking a question, but he wasn't."I'm definitely sure you're the one," he spoke, and his voice left me with a shocking gaze."How do you know my name?" I asked, and he just smiled and chuckled."There's nothing hidden from me in Texas.” He declared in a low tone,“Please, Mr. Calvin, I don't know you," I pleaded, trying to make him see my pale eyes, and maybe I can seize that opportunity to be free.“I've been in Texas for a very long time, and I have people who work for me just to get information for free," he responded, and his response sent shivers down my veins again.I looked at him directly: "What do you really want from me? Please, just let us go, and I'll do anything for you," I pleaded again, trying to save Angel from his wrath.He just smiled, "You don't have to do much for me. The only thing I need from you is to do the right thing. You have a few steps to take," he muttered, his vo
JULIET'S POVI and Camara were tied up in chairs in the damp, dimly lit basement alongside Maria, who had been shot in the leg by George's ruthless hand.“Ahn," she groaned in pain.In the main sitting room, the sound of our labored breathing echoed through the cold, unforgiving space, devoid of any warmth or compassion."Call your dad and tell him to reveal where the diamond is," George demanded, his voice cold, menacing, and laced with sinister intent as he continued to torture us, taking great pleasure in our suffering and anguish.I was forced to call Diana Ross. When George shot Maria in the second leg again, “Ehhhh!" she groaned in pain, her eyes laced with tears streaming down her face, blood gushing out from her two legs.George sneered, "You'd better do that before you lose your friend." He handed me the phone, and I couldn't watch the horror again, so I called Diana Ross directly.After a few seconds, Diana picked up the call. "Diana, I need to speak with my dad. He's around
JULIET'S POV "I need you to confirm the identity of two men," I said to Mark in a low tone as we sat in a small room.Mark replied, "Okay, we're running the check now."I asked, "How are you doing?"Mark responded, "We're doing well. It's not going to be easy, but we're on it."I smiled, thinking, "I know it's not easy. In fact, I'm beginning to hate George more each day, but I'll remain calm until this is finished.After a few seconds, Khalid came up with the information. "Yeah, I found it. Both Walter and Caleb are part of George's associates. Recently, they visited George in London."I realized, "You're right, Khalid. I was in the mansion when they came to visit George. I overheard them discussing the multi-million-worth of diamonds that belong to my father."Khalid added, "They're into diamond mining, coal mining, prostitution, and illegal drugs, just like George. The only difference is that they keep a low profile and avoid anything related to law enforcement."Mark chimed in, "
GEORGE'S POVCaleb and Walter Reed were raging at the receiving end of my phone, their voices fixed on mine. I had promised them multi-million-worth of diamonds, but Jones had refused to tell me where the diamonds were being held, even before he escaped."Fuck it!" I muttered to myself, smashing my hand on my face. "Just give me some time, guys. Give me some time, and I'll still get the diamond for you.""It's high time you gave us the diamond. It's high time you returned our money to us. This isn't a joke anymore. We've given you enough time—more than three months—to get the diamond for us, and we've paid an advance payment of fifty percent each." Walter Reed's voice was laced with anger.Caleb added, "Who the fuck are you? Are you going to refund the money or give us the diamond? Whichever way, we need your answer right now."The atmosphere on the phone was blazing with rage, and I remained silent, unsure of what to say. Then, a crazy idea popped into my mind."I have some goods in
MARK'S POV We sat in the black van, waiting for the right moment as planned. The judge's men were supposed to take Juliet, Kamara, and Maria in, creating a proper situation. We waited until exactly 10:30 PM, and then I gave the signal.At 11:30 PM, I whispered urgently to Juliet, "It's time.Juliet nodded, and Khalid and I swiftly opened the van door. We stepped out, and I accompanied the three of them for about two blocks away from the main location.I hid behind a red car, allowing the three of them to walk together as planned. They played their roles, joking and chasing each other, making it look real.After a few seconds, some men pulled up beside them. I noticed Juliet trembling and fidgeting before they packed into the car. As the five of them stepped out, they immediately circled around the women.“Pretty ladies," they teased them simultaneously.One of the men pointed a gun at Maria, now Deleila, and another grabbed Camara's hand. The other two grabbed Juliet, holding her at
JULIET'S POV A longtime friend and skilled expert in disguise, Khalid worked his magic on Juliet, transforming her into a completely new person. Her features were altered, and her appearance was changed, making it impossible to recognize her as Juliet.Her hair was now a darker shade, and her eyes were a different color. She looked confident and determined, ready to take on a new role."Wow, Khalid, you're a genius!" I exclaimed, amazed at the transformation. "She looks completely different now. You're the best!"Khalid smiled proudly. "I've been working on this technique for months. It's going to be a game-changer for our future operations."I gave Juliet a new identity, "Elena," and with that, she was reborn. Khalid performed the same transformation on Camara, who was now known as "Margaret," and Maria, the lady sent by Mr. Carvin, who was renamed "Deleila."All three of them were disguised with new, designed faces and dressed up in small white tops, short skirts, and black shoes.
MARK'S POV "Now that my dad and your mom are safe, I think it's time to execute our plan," I said to Juliet as she sat before me."I have an idea," Juliet said, turning to me. "If we're finding it difficult to nail Mr. George, then I think the only solution is to use his own tactics against him."Her explanation was laced with confusion, and I remained silent, trying to understand what she meant."Juliet, what do you mean?" I asked, trying to clarify."What I'm trying to say is that we need to use his own weapon against him." Why don't we turn his own game back on him?" Juliet asked, her eyes sparkling with determination.I was still confused, and Juliet could see it. She smiled, stood up, and walked towards the mini-bar. She poured herself a glass of red wine and handed me another."What I mean, Mark, is that what if I become one of his subjects? After all, he's still in the business of prostitution and exploiting young women. Why don't I use that opportunity to get close to him?" J
DIANA’S POVAs we arrived at the Sin City warehouse, I couldn't help but reminisce about the building's notorious experience I had and the intricate construction that made it a formidable fortress. The walls seemed to whisper tales of the illicit activities that had taken place within its confines. We cautiously made our way inside, our guns at the ready."Stay alert," I whispered to my team, my eyes scanning the dimly lit interior. "We don't know what we're up against."Suddenly, the silence was shattered by the sound of gunfire. Jenkins and his men had ambushed us, and we found ourselves in the midst of a fierce battle. Bullets whizzed past my head, and I ducked behind a nearby crate, returning fire with precision."Take cover!" I yelled to my team as we struggled to gain the upper hand.The gunfight raged on for what felt like an eternity, the sound of gunfire and screams filling the air. But we refused to back down, determined to bring Jenkins to justice.Finally, after what felt
GEORGE'S POVThe club, once a haven for my illicit dealings, had suddenly transformed into a cauldron of rage and betrayal. The air was thick with tension as I received the news from Anderson that those ordered to kill my wife are dead; the operation hadn't been successful. Claire was still alive, despite all the plans I had made.I sprang into anger as Anderson and Gerard stood before me. My face turned beet red with rage as I slammed my cup to the ground, shattering it into a hundred pieces. The sound echoed through the club, making everyone's head turn. My eyes blazed with fury as I glared at Anderson and Gerard, demanding to know how they had been alerted to leave the hospital before they arrived."How did they know?" I spat, my voice venomous. "You two were the only ones who knew about the plan. Who talked"? I asked again.The two men stood frozen, unsure of how to respond. Then, Anderson, trying to compose himself, finally spoke up after a few seconds of awkward silence. "Sir,
JULIET'S POV "Juliet, have you called the person you wanted to inform about my mom's safety?" Mark's trembling voice asked as he sat down on the sofa in front of me."I will try to call her right now and check," I responded, as I fixed my gaze directly at him.Mark's eyes widened in surprise. "She's a female, Mark," I added.Mark's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "Who is it?" he asked, his voice laced with surprise."Diana Ross," I declared, and Mark's mouth dropped open in shock."You mean Diana Ross was the one you contacted?" Mark's question hung in the air.I smiled, picked up my phone, and dialed Diana's number. "Mark, I didn't become a gang leader for fun. I have many connections and contacts you've never thought of."As I waited for Diana to pick up the call. At first, she didn't answer, but on the second try, she picked up but hung up."I hope Diana was able to save her." I asked, my mind racing with worry.If Mrs. Claire were to be killed, Mark would lose everything, leaving o