CurtisThe only good thing about waking up in the morning was working out with Angelica. It was the only reason I didn’t snooze my alarm for the third time—I’d been doing that a lot lately. I knew she was going to be a bad influence on me. We’d spent most of the night before fucking each other’s brains out but somehow, I was still raging hard. She groaned against my arm that she had made into her pillow. “Your alarm is annoying.” For the first time, I agreed with her about that. But I wasn’t going to turn it off and keep sleeping. “Get up. I have something to teach you today.” She protested but perked up when I told her there would be weapons involved. She got ready pretty fast and practically dragged me out the door. “What's the rush?” I laughed as she sprinted down the hallway and took me along with her. “You just mentioned guns. I’ve been practicing my aim, I can’t wait to show you how good I’ve gotten.” She wasn’t exaggerating it. As soon as she picked up her gun, she fired
Angelica It took a moment to realize he was not talking about my father but about my uncle. It made sense. I couldn’t remember everything about my childhood home but I had always known there were many similarities between the Arciero mansion and my parents’. If Uncle Robert designed both, it would make sense. Maybe the secret tunnels were his thing. But why would he dig tunnels under his client’s mansion and not tell the client about it? I would have assumed Hugo Arciero knew about it and just didn’t tell anyone else if they were not my family’s arch enemies. “Wait.” I frowned. “That doesn’t make sense. Didn’t you grow up here? I don’t think my…I stopped myself from accidentally saying ‘uncle’ and quickly replaced it with… “dad was already an architect when you were born.” “We moved here when I was ten.” He explained. “I don’t know the whole story but my grandfather bought this mansion on a whim and felt it was too huge so he asked my parents to move in with him.” One thing was a
Angelica Fergus must have made a deal with the devil and refused to fulfill his end of the deal. The world was certainly against him. It wasn’t usually easy to spot a Bratva boss and find a way to get close to them but Yakov was different. He hated Fergus so much but although Curtis was the latter’s son, Yakov frequented Inferno. He also happened to be one of Heston’s acquaintances—I would call them friends but there was no such thing as friendship in that iceberg’s dictionary. At least something good came out of Heston. The following night was Curtis’s night too so I asked to tag along with him now that Nana had left. He looked happy to bring me along, which was a relief. When I got changed, however, he groaned in frustration. “Did I do something wrong?” I glanced down at myself. He pulled me up against him. “How the hell do you expect me to get any work done when you look like this? All I want is to push you against the wall and tug down your dress to feel those beautiful boobs.
A woman playing poker like a pro was nothing surprising. The poker casino had seen its fair share of all sorts of pros. New champs came in every night and not every one of them was playing a fair game. Cheating was not impossible as long as you didn’t get caught—hence the rule against weapons in case things got out of hand. On the other hand, a woman handing out her husband’s money like candy because she kept losing was comical, especially when said husband kept buying more chips with a grin. It was almost as if he was happy to lose. How exactly did it turn into this? Well, I had shot my mouth off about how horribly I could kick Curtis’s ass in a game of poker. When he brought me to the basement casino to see me prove it, I couldn’t even beat a rookie. I don’t know whether or not I was actually that bad at it—I had never been interested in playing it but I wasn’t trying to win. My aim was to get a chance to speak to Yakov Yenin. I was buying time until his arrival by making everyon
CurtisI had waited for this day for years. Filling in the discharge sheets felt like a dream I didn’t want to wake up from. Mother was packing her belongings with the help of Gina and once they had loaded her bag into the trunk of my car, mother came running into the doctor’s office with Gina hot on her tail. “I’m going to miss you, Crystal.” She said, pulling Mother into a hug. “Is it wrong that I’m sad you’re leaving?” Mother shook her head. “I’ll miss you too. And no, I’m sad to leave too. Though let’s be honest, I’ll only miss the nice gardens that look good in paintings. The medicine, I can do without.” I didn’t want to rain her parade but she would still need to take her medicine. That would be a battle for later. After exchanging a few more hugs and cheek kisses, Gina left and since I was already done with the discharge papers, I handed them to Mother’s doctor and picked up the little bag of her prescribed medicine. “Ready to get back to the life you have always missed?” I
My father probably had enough enemies to fill a city the size of Silverwood. Anyone could have done this to him but I had a strong feeling it was related to a mafia family. He had poked more than enough trouble with those. Besides, the gruesome torture wasn’t about killing him. If they wanted him dead, we would be hearing from a mortician instead of a hospital—if he didn’t mysteriously disappear, that is. His condition was worse than Giancarlo described it. We quickly realized the culprit had specifically taken away all his means of communication. He couldn’t talk and neither could he write down whatever he wanted to say. They had broken the fingers of his right hand beyond restoration. “Why does this MO feel so familiar?” I glanced over at Giancarlo, who was leaning against the ward’s door with his arms folded over his chest. “A hundred bucks say it’s the Angel of Death.” That wasn’t quite right. The Angel of Death would leave a message inscribed on his body and kill him. “He pro
Angelica Did I mention I made a deal with the devil? Well, I gave him an inch and now he was asking for a mile. I had an ominous feeling as soon as I heard that eerie tune I had reserved for the secret phone I used to communicate with The Viper. It wasn’t just the fact that The Viper couldn’t be calling me at random that gave me the chill. It was the knowledge that I had been sloppy enough to not turn the phone off after the last call. That, and the fact that I already knew the caller had to be Yakov Yenin. The Bratva were a sneaky lot but I had thought Yakov had much better things to do than pester me once our deal was done. I was wrong. I rummaged through my bag for the phone and my suspicion was confirmed at the sight of the new contact number. I answered it in the lowest voice possible despite being alone in the room now that Curtis had left earlier. “Who the fuck is this?” A deep laughter preceded Yakov’s jovial voice. “I’m glad you answered, Printsessa. Didn’t want to have
“I tried to close my eyes, Arciero.” Yakov grinned, making fun of the entire situation. Curtis was furious.There had to be something I could say to explain why I was at the same table with the man he warned me about and why I didn’t tell him I was coming here. It didn’t seem like it but there wasn’t any situation I couldn’t get myself out of—I was a professional liar, for heaven’s sake. But seeing him standing there, obviously battling the urge to punch Yakov in the face and drag me out of there had my brain short-wired. I couldn’t string two words together.Was there any chance the floor could open up and swallow me alive?I didn’t wait for him to drag me out. I walked over to him, trying my best to remain silent in case I said something that would make things much worse.Any hope that we could forget about what he just witnessed flew out through the window as soon as we got to his office and he locked the door behind us. “Explain.”I could have made something up about wanting to pl
Angelica"What is it like being a mother?"Klara paused with a spoon of chocolate ice cream halfway towards her mouth. I only realized how odd my question was when I saw how she was looking at me. I dug into my ice cream and shoveled a spoon into my mouth to calm myself down."Why would you ask?" she asked. "Are you planning to have kids?"I was glad I wasn't looking at her so she wouldn't read my mind—not that I still believed shrinks could read minds but it was awkward nonetheless."Maybe," I gave a vague answer. Considering Curtis's stance on kids, her surprise was understandable. However, I didn't want to tell her I was pregnant yet. It didn't feel right to tell anyone else before Curtis."Well," she shrugged. "That's a broad subject. But I had all these plans for my kids. Rowan and I always wanted two, close in age, and we planned everything including what parenting methods we would use, which schools they would go to, what kind of friends we would allow around them, how I would
Angelica I groaned as I forced my eyes open, adjusting to the blinding light that had just been flickered on. I didn't know how long I had slept. Hell, I wasn't sure if it was day or night. There was no window in this dingy cell and the door was a solid hank of metal that didn't allow any light through it. The only source of light was the offensively bright bulb above me, which had been kept off until now. I had alternated between sleeping and pacing in the dark the whole time and it was driving me crazy. The only thing I could feel was the chains around my wrists and ankles, reminding me that I wasn't dead yet. I didn't know how long had passed since Curtis interrogated me about The Viper. It could be a day, a week, or a year. Hell, it could be ten years for all I knew. I looked down at my stomach and my lips twitched. At least there was a way to know if months had passed. My belly would bulge out. This was Curtis's idea of torture.To be fair, solitary confinement was one of the
Curtis“Angelika Giannelli, Angel of Death…is there any other identity I should know of?” I mocked.“Tell me everything about The Viper,” I demanded.She averted her gaze, dragging the long chains with her so she would walk up to me. I smirked when she stopped, her radius finally running out.“Is this necessary?” She bit back.Yes, it was. This woman killed Miles right under our noses and we didn’t think she was at fault. She played us all like a violin with that innocent smile on her face, all while taking out one Arciero after another and pitting us against each other. However, that was not why I was here.I pointed at her chains. “That will be the least of your problems. Answer me.”She shook her head. “I can’t tell you anything. You’re going to kill me anyway. Just do it.”“I knew you would say that.” I grinned. Someone with her skill could endure a lot of pain.Besides, I couldn’t bring myself to torture her. At least not physically anyway, which was odd, considering how willing
Angelica I needed my head examined. Was I seriously considering having this child? I had bought a dozen pregnancy test kits in the hospital’s pharmacy and couldn’t wait until I got to my hotel room, so I took the tests right there in the hospital washroom. Unsurprisingly, all of them came positive. It was unbelievable. I didn’t know what I thought pregnancy felt like but this was not it. I had expected a little more drama. Aside from my boobs feeling like they were about to fall off, the doctor mentioned I was lucky enough to have a morning sickness-free pregnancy. Maybe that was why I still couldn’t believe I had an actual baby inside me. It sounded like a joke—until I remembered I had to tell Curtis. Between upgrading and downgrading my way through as many cars as possible in the last two months, and spending each of those nights at a different hotel, I had about a thousand dollars to my name. It was a drop in the bucket in relation to how much I needed to bring up a child. I
AngelicaI felt like crap. Where the hell am I? I wondered. I forced one eye open and squinted, wincing from how horribly my head hurt. I patted around for my phone and remembered dropping it the night before. I hadn’t stopped to pick it up. I was too busy running for my life with Curtis hot on my tail. I didn’t know how he found me but I wasn’t going to be able to hide from him forever, I guess. My plan was perfect if I do say so myself. I ran around the city, leaving Curtis a trail that would make him think I was headed for Arcron, then I circled back and returned to Silverwood, where I rented two apartments; one in my name and the other under Klara Arciero. I stayed at neither. I spent every night at a different motel far from both apartments. The apartments were only a way to keep Curtis busy if he found out I was still in the city. Which is why I couldn’t understand why the fuck I thought it was a good idea to check out my fake apartment. I was yet to enter the building when
CurtisTwo months later. Why was I still on this wild goose chase? I hadn’t caught a whiff of my wife even though I felt I had searched the whole of West Auburg. She couldn’t have left the country. There was only one person capable of helping her get a fake passport and he was currently on our side. Sometimes I could swear she was leaving me a trail. Though when I got to it, she was gone like a puff of smoke. I was more frustrated by the realization that the longer it took to find her, the farther away she could go. If she found a way to get a fake passport from somewhere else, she could be halfway across the country and there was nothing I could do about it. But I wasn’t giving up. I meant it when I said I would tear down the whole world to find her. I was not giving up now. I was still staring at the road with my hands gripping the steering wheel. What if I was approaching this from the wrong angle?I took a U-turn at the next exit and returned home. Klara was visiting, which was
The Viper “Angelica left.” I glared at Spider. “What do you mean she left?” He shrugged, letting me know there was nothing else to explain about it. She ran away. “And you let her?” He scrunched his nose. “You know there’s no such thing as ‘letting’ with Angelica. You could lock her up in a cage with an active electric field all around it and she would still find a way to leave.” His words conjured up a memory of that feisty little kitten she once was. She’d been looking for me for a year and I knew every bullet she put between a target’s brows, every throat she sliced was to get my attention. She did get it, but it was way too much than she bargained for. She ended up in my dungeon after putting down one of my most loyal men. I made sure the shackles were way too small for her to wiggle her hands free, and the chain was too short to be of any use. I was going to decide whether she was worth keeping that night but I walked into the dungeon only for her to head-butt me and make
CurtisLyra Giannelli, now known as Eloise Dalton, was as hard to find as her sister. I already knew she was Samantha’s cousin from overhearing their argument but I still couldn’t find her, not even with Giancarlo’s help. Eventually, I had to ask Samantha and I had to promise not to harm a hair on her head before I got any useful information.Good, because I didn’t plan to hurt her. She was more useful to me alive, anyway.I watched as the debate played out on her face, if she would be able to run past me if she tried. She decided against it. Smart girl. I didn’t track her down just to let her escape.She sat down opposite me. “Make it quick. I have to get home.”“Of course.” I let her settle down before I asked what I knew she was already expecting. “Where is she?”“Who?”“Don’t play dumb with me.”She crossed her arms at her chest. “What do you expect me to tell you? That I know where to find your wife? Why would I know that if you don’t?”I knew what she was worried about. “Look, I
Lyra “Come with me.” Angelica urged me. When we made it to her car, she had floored it out of the Arciero mansion’s garage and only stopped about half an hour later. We were far from the Arciero mansion and certainly not being followed. How nice of her to ask if I wanted to leave with her after grabbing me without much choice earlier. I was yet to figure out why we were running away. Wasn’t Curtis her husband? So what if her maiden name was a little different from what everyone thought? “Why?” I asked. “You said your life is in danger. I don’t want anything to happen to you.” She said frantically, and I knew she was hiding something. “Curtis might just take his anger out on you.” “I’ll be fine.” I assured her. Samantha was my cousin. Not biologically, but if the Carlo she always talked about was Giancarlo Arciero as I was starting to think, Curtis wouldn’t hurt me. And Andre…well, I wasn’t about to put Angelica in more danger than she already was in. “No one wants to mess with