Marco p.o.v “There are snakes among my men.” I told her. “Aren't they always spies.” Her face frown confused. Her confused stare fixed on me, there have always been snakes implanted among my men. Having too many enemies, there's will these kinds of situations. “Roman Vladimir's snakes.” Her expression changes from the confused state to one of understanding. Roman Vladimir. He's the younger brother to Nikolai, Vladimir. My dad's swore enemy. He's the Russian leader, the Vladimir's has our enemies for decades. He's a sly Fox or so I've heard, if he were that capable, he wouldn't have been played on his on game. Would he? I had experience first hand what the Vladimir's did to my parents, the urge to get revenge has always been there. And now that he has presented himself on a platter of gold, I won't let this opportunity slides. Roman Vladimir isn't my biggest concern right, just an insignificant fly I need to get out of the way for the master mind to come out. “How did you find
Zoey p.o.vToday I woke up in a lighter mood than I've been for the past months, knowing that Marco is a big relief. A relief I couldn't content either can I express, I can only express it through my vibrant mood.“Ma'am, you seem to be in a better mood today.” Alice had asked me.My mood today was obvious to everyone in the mansion, they have seen me in this lively mood since the news of Marco death. So they are quite surprised.“Anything new?” She asked expectantly, smiling brightly as she awaits my response.I shook my head at her dismissively, she quickly took the signal that I didn't want to talk about it. I would rather not spill any words related to Marco's fake death, for obvious reasons.Presently I'm wary of every worker in the estate. Marco refused to point out or put a name of the spies.“You wouldn't be able to contain your emotions, if I point them out.” He declined firm when asked who they were.He was right on that, my reaction towards them if I were to know who they a
Third person p.o.v_The Hidden Lair_Roman Vladimir, the ruthless Russian mafia boss, stood in the dimly lit room, his eyes fixed on the phone as he reported to the hidden boss. His voice was laced with a mix of respect and venom.“Sir, it's done. Zoey is in my custody. The mission was a success. And Marco… is no more.” Roman's tone was laced with satisfaction, convinced he had finally avenged the past humiliation of his family. He could almost taste the sweet revenge, and his mind raced with the possibilities of exploiting Marco's empire.The hidden boss's voice was like a snake slithering through the grass, smooth and menacing. “Excellent work, Roman. You've proven yourself useful once again. I must admit, I'm impressed. You've exceeded my expectations.”Roman's thoughts seethed with anger and determination. _I finally settled the score. Marco's dead, and now I'll crush the rest of his empire. No one will dare challenge me again._ He could already envision the fear and respect he wo
Zoey p.o.vI don't know how long I've been sitting here, waiting. The silence is deafening, punctuated only by the faint hum of fluorescent lights above. I'm trapped, unable to move closer to the door to listen for any sign of movement. My abdomen aches, and my chest feels like it's suffocating me. I press my hands against my stomach, trying to calm my racing heart.As I waited, the discomfort in my abdomen grew, and my chest felt like it was suffocating me. I pressed my hands against my stomach, trying to calm my racing heart. “Baby, please, just hang in there,” I whispered, my voice shaking.Suddenly, the door creaked open, and the man in black loomed over me. He reached for the chains binding my feet to the bed and yanked them off, the metal scraping against my skin. I winced in pain as he grasped my arm, his grip like a vice.“Get up,” he growled, pulling me off the bed.I stumbled, my legs numb from hours of immobility. He dragged me out of the room, my feet scraping against the
Marco's p.o.vMy eyes fixed on the screens displaying the feeds from the hidden cameras.Roman thought he had the upper hand, but he was just a pawn in my game.“Marco, we need to move now,” my father growled, his anger palpable.His eyes were also fixed on the screen, and whatever Roman is doing right now is getting to us. Dad hasn't been able to hide his feelings when it concerns Mom, this weakness became evident.I knew he would rip Roman apart the first chance he gets. I'm barely holding back the rage boiling inside of me, seeing the condition they are in is killing.But for we to end this game, we have to destroy its root. That is finding the man behind the scene, he's definitely not going to be a happy ending for him when I get him.“Not yet,” I replied. “We need to let Roman think he's in control.”My father's face twisted in rage. “Fuck that bullshit, I'm going over there now.” Dad was already on his way out.“I know, Dad” I said, my jaw clenched. “But we can't let emotions cl
Zoey p.o.v “Ah… And then the surprise look on her face.” His tone was taunting, but he was right. I was thrown off guard by his appearance, he doesn’t seem like he belonged to the mafia world. Definitely not. “You must be expecting a rugged man, yes.” He smirked. “My darling, this here is Roman Vladimir. Those that ring a bell?” He introduced himself, whilst directing the last sentence to my mom in law. His eyes held resentment, and full of vengeance. And from the shock look from mom’s face, the name does ring a bell. Her eyes went wide, and she seemed like air has be knocked off her lungs. She stares at him like she just saw a ghost, and slightly shaking her head in denial. Ok….. I’m lost here. I know Marco told me who this man is, I mean just his name and his intentions towards our family. But it seems like there’s more to it, something I haven’t been told. That’s the entire truth, the history behind this whole ordeal. I was confused but kept silent, waiting for mo
Marco p.o.vMarco led his men through the darkness, their gazed fixed on the single story building. The building seems like a cozy home for a loving family, easily distracting anyone from suspect a villain to be living in it.If Marco isn’t aware of the fact that look can be deceitful and hasn’t tracked him down here, then he would have been played.Marco and his dad walk up to the porch, leaving their men hidden in the darkness. Marco carefully pushed the open the creaky door and silently slipped in. The once dimly lit room was illuminated by the light pouring in through the slightly open door.They moved steadily, the sounds of their movements weren’t concealed as they wanted to announce their presence. The house wasn’t bare of the enemies, in fact they are in the shadows waiting for the order to end their prey.If only they knew they picked the wrong prey.“Freeze.” A voice barked from the shadows, and a figure emerged from the darkness. Giorgio Russu. A typical average man above
Zoey p.o.vIt was silence between us after Roman instructed his men to prepare to transport us from here, the wait and anticipation was draining. “Boss, the van is ready.” One of Roman’s men informed him. Having no clue where you are at and where you been taking to is scary enough.“Good.” Roman nods, he has been restless. Glancing at the wristwatch on his wrist, “Get them out of here.” He instructed making his way to the entrance.Aside from Roman who looked nothing close to be in the mafia, the rest of his team was different, these men doesn’t seem like a gang.like some random criminals picked up by him to form his own team, they lack the unity Marco’s men has.I saw Camilla cowered back into her seat, as she was approached first. My heart raced with fear, these men are rough as the unchained us. I tried to buy time for Marco to get here, if they succeeded in transporting us to another location then it would be a difficult task for Marco then.“I need to use the restroom.” My voi
Adriano’s POVSix months later…“Now that we’re done with the ceremony, can we go on a proper tour of New York like I was promised?” Danny asked.Roselyn hit him upside the head and said, “Don’t be insensitive. Today is your sister’s day.”“Ouch, Mom! That hurt,” he complained.“And you deserve it,” Melanie’s voice cut into the conversation.“There’s my favorite nurse!” Sam yelled.“Dad, tone it down,” she said.“Nonsense. I would shout it at the top of my lungs if I had to so you can know how proud I am of you,” he replied.She smiled at her father and went to hug him then she did the same with her mom and brother who all congratulated her before she stopped in front of me.“I always knew you were something else, little nurse,” I told her. “From the first day I set my eyes on you, I knew you were better than the rest of us.”“Stop it you’re going to make me cry,” she said.I opened my arms and she stepped into me for a hug.My girl was finally a registered nurse and today was her gra
Melanie’s POVThe ride back to the house was very quiet.Throughout the ride home, I couldn’t help but think that none of this would have happened if I just had a conversation with Adriano.He was the man I fell in love with and even though I left him, he didn’t hesitate before coming for me.I know he was very relieved in the heat of the moment but I couldn’t help but wonder what was going to happen once the adrenaline wore off and he could think a bit more clearly.One thing I knew was that I was going to spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to him.Adriano was more honorable than people knew. I never thought I would be one of those women who would be pleased because her man killed people for her but as it turned out, I was one of those women.He pulled up to the house, which seemed to have more security guards on duty than normal and I knew it was all because of me.A few hours away, we were celebrating Christmas in bliss but I just had to go and ruin everything for every
Adriano’s POVThe warehouse was a hive of chaos, but I didn’t hear the shouting or the echoing footsteps behind me. All I saw was Melanie. She sat bound to a chair, her face pale, and her lip split, a streak of blood trailing down her chin. Alex Pushkin had a gun pressed to her temple. My blood ran cold. I raised my weapon, keeping my voice steady. “Let her go.” Behind me, my men spread out, weapons aimed and ready. They waited for my signal, but I couldn’t give it—not yet. One wrong move, one miscalculation, and Melanie could die. Pushkin laughed, a guttural sound that grated on my nerves. “You think you scare me? I’ve killed better men than you.” His hand twitched, and I saw the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. Good. He was scared, even if he didn’t want to admit it. Fear made people sloppy. I needed to buy time, distract him long enough for my men to position themselves. “Erica,” I said, shifting my focus to the woman who stood off to the side, smug and self-satisfie
Melanie’s POVI woke up to the biting chill of a dark, unfamiliar room, my head pounding as if it had been split in two. My wrists ached from the tight ropes binding them, and my ankles felt just as constricted."You’re awake," Erica drawled, her tone laced with mock concern. She folded her arms and leaned against the rusted frame of the door, watching me like a predator eyeing its prey. "How are you feeling, darling?" I didn't respond. My throat was dry, and my words caught somewhere between anger and fear. God, how could I have been foolish enough to let, Erica manipulate me? I should have known that she was up to no good when Alice told me that Adriano left her at the altar.I guess now I was paying the price for my foolishness."Cat, got your tongue?" she asked, smirking. "Or maybe it’s the shock of realizing you’ve been so incredibly stupid." Her words stung more than I cared to admit. I should have known better. Adriano had always been honest with me in his own way, even w
Adriano’s POVSomething was off.I didn’t know what but the moment I ended the call with Nik and sat down to work, something in my head kept nagging at me.At first, I thought it was the unusual silence in the house but I figured that was because everyone was probably asleep.I had expected Melanie to come find and chastize me for taking too long but since she didn’t, that meant that the day finally got to her and she succumbed to sleep.My girl was a rockstar tonight, and like I expected, she had my entire family eating from the palm of her hands throughout the dinner. I was sure they saw exactly what I did from the moment I set my eyes on her.By now Nik should be mobilizing the guys to infiltrate the last warehouse. He got intel that Pushkin finally moved all the girls to one place and he just got the location. I trusted Nik could handle this without me, after all, he had just singlehandedly negotiated a new deal with the Irish.Tonight I was going to end it sleeping next to the wo
Melanie’s POVThe cool night air felt like needles against my skin as I hurried down the street, my duffel bag slung over my shoulder. My legs felt like lead, but I pushed forward, every step putting more distance between me and the house that was once my prison but later became my home. The streets were quiet, the kind of silence that normally would have scared me, but tonight I welcomed it. I avoided the well-lit areas, sticking to the shadows, hoping none of Adriano's guards would see me. My pulse raced with every second, and my breath was uneven.I had no idea where I was going, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was getting away and I was lucky enough to have been able to avoid the guards. I guess the weeks of walking the grounds and studying their routine paid off.Luckily, a cab finally came into view at the corner of the street, its headlights a beacon of hope. I flagged it down, my arm trembling as I waved. The driver, an older man with kind eyes, rolled down the window.
Melanie’s POVThe first image made my heart stop.It was of a young girl who was barely a teenager. She was sitting on a dingy mattress in what looked like a warehouse, her eyes hollow, her body too thin. Behind her, a shadowy figure loomed a man I didn't recognize but I could bet my life on it that it was her oppressor.My throat tightened as I flipped to the next photograph and the next. Each one was worse than the last. Girls, so young they could barely be called women, trapped in squalor, their faces etched with fear.I couldn't breathe.At first, I thought, no, and hoped that this was evidence Adriano had gathered to shut down a trafficking ring. It had to be. He couldn't possibly be involved in this. He could kill a man but there was no way he was responsible for harming innocent girls.But then I saw it, rather I saw him. And there was no mistaking the fact that he was the one because I recognized Nik beside him.They were both holding onto girls and leading them to God knows w
Melanie’s POVWe rode home in comfortable silence. I was too full and happy from the good food and great company to say anything further.Plus, I couldn’t take my hands off the bracelet. It was just too beautiful. I’ve never owned anything as expensive as this and I was so scared to ask him how much it cost.We already exchanged gifts in the morning so I wasn’t expecting anything more from him.In a not-so-surprising turn of events, Alice was still awake by the time we got home.“For a moment I thought you both were going to spend the night there,” Alice said when we got into the living room."It's really late, Alice, and I'm sure you've had a long day. You should be sleeping," Adriano said.“I couldn’t sleep when I knew how important today was to Melanie. I was too anxious to know how it went,” she replied.“Well, you can rest easy now because it went very well,” I told her.Her face lit up with a smile and she gave me a quick hug, making me laugh.“I told you, you had nothing to wor
Melanie’s POVThe soft glow of candlelight and the twinkle of garlands wrapped around the staircase banister made the dining room feel almost magical. The air was thick with the aromas of roasted meats, spiced wine, and fresh-baked rolls, making my stomach grumble in anticipation. Platters of steaming food filled every inch of space. Roast beef surrounded by caramelized vegetables, golden potatoes dusted with rosemary, bowls of vibrant salads, and an assortment of bread rolls that looked fresh out of the oven. When we heard no movement on the steps, Zoey gave a sharp clap of her hands and called out to the men, her voice cutting through the hum of conversation. “Dinner is ready! Boys, come join us!” she said.I heard the sound of footsteps on the stairs as Adriano and the rest of the men made their way over. Adriano entered first, his presence commanding as always, but his warm smile was reserved for me alone. My heart gave a tiny flutter, and I smoothed my dress nervously. As