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 more info.“I bet t
Ava p.o.v “Ava!” Tricia yelled from the living room for the twentieth time. Tricia is my roommate turned best friend, we met in our first week of resumption. I needed a roommate, so she offered I stay with her even though she wasn't looking for one. Mom must have liked Tricia at first sight because she agreed without hesitation, saying for a young girl to live alone is very dangerous. My mom can be extremely protective when it comes to her kids, but let's face it, which mother won't turn a tigress when it comes to her kids? So I don't blame her for being overprotective, even though it's driving me crazy at times. So for the past two years, I've been living with this wild wolf, shhh, don't tell her I say that, or I'm dead meat. Tricia can be sweet and caring when she wants to be, she has a heart of gold, the best roommate I could ever ask for. But occasionally, her big sister mode kicks in, and she becomes wild, but I love her. “What?” I asked innocently, I could practically se
Ava p.o.v The tension in the air is so thick it could be cut through, it's so suffocating I almost choke on my saliva when swallowing the lump in my throat. I cough a few times bringing almost everyone's attention to me, each gaze passing a silent warning. Some look would be like keep it down' others is 'don't get us killed bitch' while some are 'are you crazy' kind of look. I walk shakingly around to the table, seeing everyone wary also brought me on edge. I subconsciously take a step back from the table with the three most intimidating men I've ever seen, the arura radiating off them is dangerous enough to kill someone on spot. Especially the one sitting between the other two. He's a Greek God sent down to one earth to put chaos among women, No doubt he's specially made by God himself to place a second figure of himself on Earth for everyone to see. He has midnight, wait no scratch that, He has charcoal color hair that's neatly combed back. No single hair is sticking out. Hot c
Ava p.o.v What's the worse that could happen, I shudder at that. It's obvious something isn't right.The urgent movement in the kitchen made me pause for a brief moment, my gaze sweep the kitchen then stop on paled Tricia trying to hide behind the counter.I rose a questioning brow at her when she realized it was just me, she place her right palm on her chest to calm her racing heart."Why were you hiding?" I alright I shouldn't have asked mainly because I already know why, she roll her big doe eyes coming out of her hideout. Funny to say it was the big counter that sat in the middle of the kitchen, which was stupid because anyone would easily see her."Don't tell me you didn't see Dario." She scoff, silently telling me she didn't need to be reminded of Dario's presence.I sighed softly, that's one of the many reasons I don't appreciate the thought of having a boyfriend, having to tell him everything and wanting permission and all. Especially one that is Rich, Tricia's state
Vincenzo p.o.v He woke up each morning with the desire to do right, to be a good and meaningful person, to be, as simple as it sounds and as impossible as it actually was, Happy.And during the course of each day his heart would descend from his chest into his stomach. By early afternoon he was overcome by the feeling that nothing was right or nothing was right for him, by the desire to be alone. By evening he was fulfilled, alone in the magnitude of his grief, alone in his aimless guilt. Alone even in his loneliness. I am not sad, He would repeat to himself over and over.I am not sad.As if he might one day convince himself or fool himself, or convince others. The only thing worse than being sad is for others to know that you are sad. Because his life had unlimited potential for happiness, insofar as it was an empty white room.He would fall asleep with his heart at the foot of his bed, like some domesticated animal that was no part of him at all. And each morning he wou