ALEX FEAR…There was fear in his eyes, I couldn’t be mistaken. When I saw fear, I can recognize it. This was because it was something that I woke up with and slept with. It was part of my daily routine to be scared. As a child growing up in the house of the most powerful mafia, fear was a constant thing to be expressed by me.It could be from Anthony or it could be from my father, it could be from the hefty men that slept with us in the house and woke up with us. It could be from any of them, and fear was surely bound to shake me violently. It was something I learnt to live with as a child; the constant bullying and ordering around, the beatings and the punishment, they were all a part of me that when I see someone in distress, I can easily call what he was feeling FEAR.To talk about how I was able to overcome my own fear would mean spending the whole day standing and staring at Blake. Talking about him alone, the fear he instilled in me was still there till this moment. Whenever he
SOFIA Jake is dead.The realization that he was dead made me think back about how we were when we were dating. I sat on the edge of my bed (I was now at Alex's house and the decision to be here took me a little y of thinking). I was staring into the distance as memories of Jake Kurt flooded my mind. Jake Kurt was the man of my dreams. The man that would fill the void that had been left in me since my other relationships with 'boys'. Jake filled that void, he was a man like my father, and he would be the best for me if he hadn't cheated on me. I remember the day of the cheating. He had been acting funny even before that day and I had left him. Most times, I wasn't home and I would go out just to save my head from the clutches of my step father. But that day, I wanted to just see Jake and I had gone.It's been years, but the image was still burned into my mind, like a scar that never fades and wouldn't fade. I remembered the gut-wrenching feeling in me that day as I had opened the be
ALEXWas I going to find anything now?I asked myself this question some days ago when Sofia and I had gone to her former house. I asked myself this question when I wasn't closer to getting exactly what I wanted. I remember that day. I knelt down to carefully check out the documents. I was now surrounded by paperwork that seemed to mock me with its lack of answers.I couldn’t shake the feeling of frustration that was now building inside me as I continued to check. The exact thing I was looking for, the main object of my desire seemed just out of reach, and no matter how many times I checked the paperwork, there was nothing to indicate that my situation would change.I rifled through the papers hoping that I had missed something, just something so tiny, some small detail that would make all the difference that I needed. I just have to find something that would help me gain an upper arm. I have to get the Cartel.Before, I had given up on owning the Cartel, and that was because everyth
ALEX This will lead me to my grave…I was sure it would. It was as though Sofia had imprinted herself upon my very essence, leaving an indelible mark that would forever linger within my soul.And what I'll tell myself was that, “this will lead you to your grave, Alexander Crow.”I was so sure this wasn't meant to be. But somehow, it felt so good, it felt so right, so damn right. It was one feeling that I liked even though everything surrounding it should put me in a red zone and should push me out but I was in it, enjoying all that it had to give me.Sofia was like fine wine, something that was irresistible, so damn irresistible to me.Everything I do has her in it, thinking all day has to do with her. My waking and my sleeping has her in it. It was like she was a curse into my life, the curse that had refused to go even though I fought it off with prayers.There was absolutely nothing I did that I could do without her. She was always there. I just couldn't stop thinking about her. S
ALEXIt was safe to say I had fallen in love with Sofia Griffin and that was not something good at all.What made me come to this conclusion was that the feeling I felt wasn’t a feeling I have never felt before in the first place. I had felt this before, I knew it runs in my blood as a child. To my mother I loved her, I had loved her naturally and then to my father, Blake Crow, I should say I love him.The love I had for Blake Crow was admiration. I loved the qualities he possessed as the leader of a powerful establishment. He was fearless and he gave orders that must be obeyed no matter the cost of getting it done. He gave orders that were realistic but getting there might kill and might save. He was able to retain that seat for years now. The Crow Cartel would have been nothing without Blake.Starting to think about it now, if Anthony had been the one in charge of the Crow, I was sure it would have been destroyed now.Why did I say this?Anthony was not someone who had the spirit o
SOFIA I was preparing for work when I heard the whispers of Alex. At first, it was a female's voice I heard. I even thought it was the Television but then the voice was near, so near. It was then I realised that it was actually a woman. And the surprising thing was that she was with Alex.I decided to check and I stopped in my tracks when I saw the woman. She was robust. She had big eyes that shone brightly. Her hair colour was a deep shade of purple and kind of blue at the tip. She doesn't look like just any woman one would find at the roadside. I put one and one together and concluded that she was a call girl.Now the question was, what was her mission here?I wanted to know so I made myself visible to Alex and I saw them talking. They seemed to be in a very audible conversation. They were not even trying to whisper, I heard every bit of what they said.And the worst part was that Alex even made an introduction. I didn't know what to think of that approach. The fact that he made
SOFIAMaybe case not closed…Alex was not the type to talk that much. That was what made this whole thing so tacky. He said little or nothing and I was the one who said most of what was to be said between us. Even when I had asked him to tell me something about himself, he had only told me little and that didn’t do justice to exactly what I needed.I needed more than what he had told me but I couldn’t ask, not because I was scared of him but what I would hear from him. Something keeps telling me there was more to Alex. He seemed tongued-tied about some sensitive things like that. And now, I don’t think I have any right to ask him anything. He was not into me as much as I was into him.I began to wonder why exactly he doesn’t want to open up to me. What could be the cause? He had told me he was the only surviving son of his father and that his mother had died, that was all he had told me, no addition, no subtraction. And I noticed he didn’t talk about his father. The way he had even s
SOFIAFor a while, I just stared. I was trying to understand why I was hearing the voices in a dark place like this, I couldn’t understand but I just knew these voices and they shouldn’t be here.I looked up and saw that I was still a bit far from home (Alex’s house of course). I took out my earphones to listen well to the muffled voices. The whole noise from the driving was making me not hear. It was definitely my parents' voices, I would recognize it anywhere I hear it. As a child, I already knew I was blessed with parents who were not only loving and supportive, but also had a way of making me and my sister feel at ease and joyful just by the sound of their voices. Growing up, I cherished the moments when I could listen to them talk, laugh, and share stories. These moments shaped me into the person I was today, and I would always be grateful for the happiness they brought into my life.The both of them had a unique way of communicating with each other that always filled our home
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