Sofia’s POVIt was my wedding day.I looked in the mirror, my eyes trailing down the seam of my long white dress that was probably more expensive than half of the attires in my closet. The dress was gifted to me by my fiancé's father, whom I never met. In fact, I was just knowing his name today when my step father gave me the dress and revealed to me the family I was getting married to. The family of Blake Crow of the Crow Cartel, the most brutal mob in this part of the world.But I wasn’t going to marry him, I knew that for sure. I had my whole life ahead of me and I would be damned if I allowed my stepfather, who has treated me badly ever since our mother died, to spoil my life right when I was in the middle of a murder investigation. My mother and father were killed at the same spot in New York City, which was ruled as an awful coincidence even though the last time I ever saw them together was the day that they got divorced when my twin sister and I were 12 years old.When they tol
Alex’s POVI took the last sip of the shots in front of me, closing my eyes as I welcomed the burning sensation in my throat as it went down my system. I was through a bottle of bourbon and three shot cups and just like that, I was ready for the day. I was going to walk down the aisle today and get married to the lady I had never met because I wanted my father to finally step down from his throne as the Crow Cartel king and give it to me. I wasn’t the one that was supposed to inherit it when my father stepped down. It was supposed to be my brother and now that he was dead, I was next in line.Ever since I was a kid, I had always wanted it, and for most of my life I thought I was never going to get it. Now, it was happening for me and I was celebrating with alcohol, my best friend since before I was of age. All it took for my father to agree to give me the crown as the king was to get a fiancée and get married with a two weeks deadline. It wasn’t a problem because I had a lot of women
Alex’s POVThe strobe lights flashing in front of me made me squint as I arrived at the nightclub, which seemed to be a popular hotspot in New York. I opened the door and got down, my eyes getting used to the lights before I looked in. It took me less than a day to find out everything about Sofia Griffin, the girl that ran away from my wedding. I had everything memorized, from her childhood friends to her favorite color. I just needed to find her now. I put on my shades to cover my blood shot eyes because I had a lot to drink before I got on the flight from Sicily to here, and I was feeling sick but I wasn’t going back to my hotel before I met her.I found out why she had ran away. She was in the middle of a murder investigation about her parents, so I chose to go through that route. I was going to be the friend she needed here, and then I was going to completely destroy her from within before I killed her. I wished I had something better to do but I didn't. I wasn’t going to get what
ALEXI don't think I've ever been this happy before, well, I have, until that woman ran away.Nevertheless, I was filled with excitement and anticipation after pitching my father's security company to Sofia which I knew she wouldn't refuse. Not after I had made a strong impression by offering her a discount, I couldn't help but feel confident about the potential partnership which was certainly going to lead to her to her death. With my business card in her possession, I eagerly awaited her call, hoping that it would bring good news.I had never felt the need for revenge the way I did now. I wanted to crush that bitch in my hands, but before killing her, I wanted her to beg for mercy, beg so much. I wouldn't listen, I would slowly kill her, that was my plan. With the way things were, and how desperate she was speaking the other night at the bar, I was certain she would turn up anytime.In the meantime, I decided to pay a visit to the security company, I've been here twice as a child. A
ALEXIt seemed so hard, harder than I ever thought.I was seated in the office of the head of security, surrounded by stacks of paperwork and a never-ending stream of emails and messages. I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed, and tired of doing all this. And what was I trying to do? I was trying to multiply the profits of my father's security company and that was proving to be more challenging than I had anticipated. It seemed like every day brought a new set of obstacles and demands that required my immediate attention and it was making me feel so stressed.The responsibility of running a business was weighing heavily on my shoulders. I have never thought I'd be so overwhelmed like this, it seemed I didn't think this through before taking up the role. For the mob, I had always known that taking over something as big as that would be a significant undertaking, but I never imagined this security company, so little, would consume every waking moment of my life. The pressure to succeed a
ALEXMy back ached from sitting on the chair for that long. It was time to quit. I had worked for almost twelve hours. Sifting through documents, signing papers and crosschecking files. It wasn't my thing but there wasn't much of a choice. I hated the fact that I had to resort to the oddest situations anytime I got into a mess. I wanted to lead the mob, but here I was, sitting down like a clerk working in one of the lowest cover companies of my father. Anyone who heard my story would laugh, it would be a bigger joke when they'd realize my brother made it and I didn't. The task was to marry a girl, and I failed. I wished I could have taken one of the girls that went crazy for me and made an arrangement. I would have been the king now, not sitting here, typing and sulking at my unfulfilled life.I packed my things up, and stood up to get ready. It was my first day and I was already exhausted for the whole month. If I could I never wanted to come back there anymore. But I had to prove my
SOFIAI have been stuck since I woke up. My head and neck seemed to have disagreed on something and decided to turn their backs on eachother. I was scared to move, as doing so could break any of my precious bones. I didn't come to New York to kill myself, and I wasn't going to let myself die of a broken neck. My hair was scattered all over and my bangs were almost in my eye. This was a fatal position. I was a bit twisted and the amount of pain I was in made me feel like I had dislocated my neck while sleeping. As I tried to endure the position, it felt like my headache was getting worse. It'd been ten minutes and there was still no improvement. Just intense pain, constant blinking to avoid my hair getting in my eyes and a sore back from the stupid position I was in. I needed to put on a little fight with myself.I tried moving a little. "Shit!" I cursed under my breath. The pain was intense. It was extreme. After what seemed like an unbearable amount of time, my body summoned courage.
SOFIA"Where do I start from?" I stared at the suitcases with my hands akimbo.I was looking at the boxes and suitcases that surrounded me. It took two days to successfully transfer my clothes and other things into these cases and boxes without letting Olivia know. It was easy because we had different wardrobes, she couldn't look into my own stuff and I couldn't too. The moment I made the decision to run away, I knew I had to do it, there was no going back and I didn't regret it even though there was nothing that was bringing me steady means of income."Too much to do." I muttered. I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over me. It had been days, or perhaps a week since I had run away from my stepfather and my mafia groom, and yet, I still couldn't bring myself to unpack. Part of me was afraid of what it would mean to unpack; it would mean that I was here to stay, and that thought terrified me. I had grown up with the constant fear of my step father's wrath, and the thought of
ALEX Manchester was different…Manchester was blissful…The air in Manchester was very clear; till I could feel it suffocate me. But then I knew one day, I would put an end to all of this. I was living the life that I wanted here. Away from Blake and his Cartel, his mob and the killers and the snare and everything. I had used the money I had to start up something and I would be going back to hockey soon. It was what gave me utmost confidence. And I wouldn’t toss it away. She still didn’t want to have anything to do with me. I took it upon myself to stalk her in a healthy manner. I was there when she left for work and I was there when she was back. It was one thing that gave me joy, it gave me this push. I knew that one day, she would hear me out and would forgive me. I made a conscious effort to respect her space. It was hard to process that fact and I wanted to give her time but then one day, I would make sure I walk up to her again. Everyday, I couldn’t deny the pull she had o
SOFIA Manchester…I got dressed and sighed when I was done dressing. This used to be worn with a happy smile, now, my heart was filled with sadness, regret and disappointment. It wasn’t anger anymore. It was something else. I left the house, the crisp autumn air nipping at my cheeks as I made my way down the street. The familiar sights and sounds of my neighbourhood seemed to fade into the background as I focused on the task at hand: preparing for my move to Manchester.I came back home to prepare. It was now or never. Another day here and I would commit suicide. This was the place my parents were killed, this was the place Olivia had been arrested. Too many bad memories and damn, I can’t stay here any longer. I brought out my clothes and the new bags I bought when I went out. It was now or never at all. I packed my clothes into the bag, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of sadness and nervousness as I did this. I was going to England, leaving behind everything that had once been fami
SOFIAI could still dream. This time, I was dreaming about being alone in a field of roses, where everything was filled with tranquillity and warmth. I found myself standing in a vast field of roses, their sweet fragrance filling the air and soothing my mind. The sun was shining brightly, casting a warm glow over the landscape. The vibrant colours of the flowers seemed to stretch on endlessly, creating a mesmerising sea of reds, pinks, and whites.It felt so good to be here. So damn good. I forgot all I was thinking about. I forget the sorrows that were now in my life. I forgot how things had been so bad. I was calm. I was content. I was enough. As I walked through the field, I felt a sense of peace and tranquillity washing over me. It made me feel like I was in heaven. This was a pleasure. Absolute pleasure. Amidst the sea of roses, I caught sight of a figure in the distance. This was supposed to be my world, my dream. As I approached the figure, I realised it was my mother, wear
SOFIABut then I had so many what ifs left in me…What if everything had not been like this? What if I had just not found out about the cottage and all? I guess Olivia would have killed me. She would surely win this time around and then she would put an end to the existence of the Griffins.If only Olivia hadn’t found out what really happened, if she didn’t know who our parents were and if nothing had ever even happened before. I sighed heavily. What would have become of my life and that of Olivia’s? I kept thinking about this and it kept playing in my head till I could no longer imagine what life would have been if everything hadn’t started from Olivia finding out that our parents were bloody murderers. I wanted to look up and gaze out the window at the world outside, but Alex was right beside me. He had this look of remorse and that was the last thing I needed right now. In that instant, I couldn’t help but ponder the age-old adage, “ignorance is bliss.” How true those words seeme
SOFIASomehow, a sad song came into my mind. I was humming the song and somehow, it made me feel so good. I then began to ask myself some questions. What if my parents were still alive? What if Jake hadn’t cheated on me? What if Olivia grew up nice and well groomed? What if? The answer was that I wouldn’t have met Alex. And before that, I wouldn’t know who Ronaldo was and my parents wouldn’t have been divorced. It was a whole lot to take in but I knew that I would heal. No matter how hard and difficult it was, I would heal. Nice and steady. I went back inside and saw Alex with the inspector. They were talking and I just went to my room. I needed some time alone, some time to sink all this in and know what next to do with my life right now. I could hear Alex talking with the inspector. “I will come by later. If you need anything, let me know.”“All right. Take care of her.” The inspector told him. “Yes.”‘Take care of her?’ I scoffed. How can I be fine with the devil? The real d
SOFIAI hadn’t wanted to keep crying when the police came but each word, sentence and action of Olivia kept replying in my head like a broken tape and the tears just wouldn’t stop. I then asked myself, how did we come to this? Olivia was a happy child, she was loved by happy parents, it got to the point of being jealous because of the way our parents favoured her over me. But then when I grew up and tried to relive those days, I saw that our parents loved us equally. Yes, they were murderers, and yes they were members of a notorious mafia mob that had killed a lot of people and destroyed so many lives. In that sense, they should be ruthless, in that sense they should have raised us with a knife taped to the tip of their tongues.With them, we were fed love on a silver spoon in a golden plate, we weren’t made to get love by licking it off knives. Not just any knife, a knife that wasn’t embroidered and was just insignificant to mankind. No, our parents fed us love and overfilled us
OLIVIAI watched them panic when I had reached for the only weapon I think could put an end to my misery. I planned to kill to myself and then kill Sofia and her boyfriend. She was asking too many questions that reminded me of the past. It reminded me of the faces of the murderers I referred to as my parents. Particularly seeing her. I haven’t looked at myself in the mirror in a while. I couldn’t dare to do that. I knew I would see the reflection of those terrible people in me, I hated them so much that if I saw them in my face, I would surely scar myself. It was better to die than to live with their imprint visible on my body. And then Sofia? She had everything good coming her way. Even though Ronaldo didn’t treat her well, he still thought about her and even went as far as wanting her to be married to a rich son of the mafia. No matter the maltreatment, I knew she would enjoy her married life. Ronaldo didn’t think of me when the son of the mafia came. He didn’t at all and damn,
ALEXI watched the two sisters battle words. All this while I was just looking at them, it felt like I wasn’t even in the room. They kept throwing words at each other and made me feel completely invisible. And thinking about this, I just couldn’t see Anthony and I having the same batter and swearing at each other like this. It was something I couldn’t ever picture. Not that I was scared, I stopped being afraid of Anthony when I left home and since then, there was nothing that would make me scared of him ever again. Anthony and I can’t even have a physical conversation, the last time we had talked, it was during a family dinner. That was the day my father had announced that he was giving the cartel to Anthony. I remembered that day like I was in it. I hadn’t wanted to come but I had no choice, I just had too. Ever since I left home, I just cut ties with them but then I had too. The dinner was scheduled a few days before my mother’s birthday. I just had to go. I told myself I would f
SOFIA “Why did everything change?”Tears continued to cascade down my cheeks, a testament to the shattered dreams and broken promises that plagued our relationship. The person I once knew had morphed into a stranger, driven by darkness and pain.Olivia had become a woman I used to know. She scared me now. Everything she had said was surprising, it made me feel stupid. I had thought she changed because of the death of our parents. Then she was withdrawn, she threw herself to Ronaldo like he was her saviour. And to me, she treated me like trash. I had thought she wanted to take away all the grief in her by being mean to me, but I was wrong, she had just been thinking of ways to extinguish me from the world she was creating. “When did everything change, Olivia?”“It will further change if you disappear.” She answered. “And then the very day I found out about what our parents were, I knew I couldn’t tell you, I just knew I had to carry out this mission myself.”I just looked at her, it