Olivia's Pov I sat on the couch next to Aria, sipping my coffee absentmindedly. The warm liquid did little to calm my nerves as I stared out of the balcony, my mind consumed by worry. Victor was out somewhere in the dangerous world of the mafia, engaged in yet another fight. It was his way of life, but it tore me apart every time I was thinking about it. I shifted uneasily, feeling the need to do something, to be by his side and make sure he was safe. My fingers tapped nervously against the coffee mug, my eyes darting back and forth between Aria and the balcony."Hey, Aria," I began, my voice tinged with apprehension. "I... I can't just sit here waiting. I need to check on Victor, make sure he's alright."Aria looked at me with concern, understanding the turmoil within me. "I know you're worried, but it's dangerous out there. You can't just rush into the midst of a fight. It's not safe."I sighed, frustration seeping into my voice. "I know it's dangerous, but I can't bear sitting her
Victor's PovAs I advanced towards the man,, the wind howled through the port adding an eerie atmosphere to the tense situation. My men, armed and ready, fanned out around me, their eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of movement. The stakes were high, and I was determined to face the person who had dared to mess with me."Keep your eyes peeled, boys," I commanded, my voice low and commanding. "We can't afford any mistakes."The enemy had made a bold move, challenging my authority and encroaching on my territory. It was a direct threat to my power, something I couldn't let go unanswered. As we pushed forward, the tension in the air grew thicker, the silence broken only by the sound of our footsteps on the sandSuddenly, a voice called out from the darkness ahead. "Well, well, look who's come to play," a sinister chuckle followed, dripping with confidence.I smirked, unyielding in my determination. "You've made a grave mistake, my friend. I hope you're prepared for the consequences."
VICTOR'S POVThe man winced as the rough, calloused hands of my henchmen restrained him, the pain reminding him of the dire consequences of his actions. I leaned in, my eyes burning into his, searching for any hint of weakness."You think a little torture will make me spill the beans? I'm no snitch," he said, his voice trembling with defiance. It was interesting to see he still has nuts to talk back. I chuckled darkly, a chilling sound that sent shivers down everyone's spine. "You'll be singing a different tune soon enough, my friend. We have ways of making even the toughest rats squeal."And the torture began, pain shot through his body, each agonizing moment a reminder of the risks he had taken. "Want to spill the beans or should I ask my men to carry on?" It was his last chance I didn't had much time to waste on him."I'll speak, I don't know him. He had abducted my family and asked me to be here and take your time. I was left with no other options. I had to save my family," whoso
VICTOR'S POvAnd it was then, like a bolt of lightning illuminating the darkness, an idea struck me. A flicker of hope pierced through the confusion. My stolen shipment—the one I had tirelessly searched for—had a tracker. It was a small beacon of possibility in a sea of uncertainty. For safety reasons of our shipment we always ask our supplier to put a tracker while transfer in any one weapon which means we still have a chance. A glimmer of determination sparked in my eyes as I turned towards my men who had been observing my inner struggle. "Guys, listen up," I said, my voice filled with newfound resolve. "The shipment they took from us... it has a tracker. We still have a chance to catch them."Their expressions mirrored a mix of surprise and hope. "We can catch them?" one of them asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.I nodded, a small smile forming on my lips. "Yes, it's our best shot. We may have lost the element of surprise, but with that tracker, we can turn the tables on them.
Victor's PovThe car sped through the rain-soaked streets, each turn bringing us closer to our target. As the lights of the enemy's truck came into view, illuminating the wet asphalt ahead, a sense of satisfaction washed over me.I pocketed my phone, knowing that soon, the real confrontation would begin. The rain couldn't wash away the storm brewing inside me—a storm of revenge, power, and the undying loyalty of my family.Together, we would claim our victory, even if it meant tearing down the world around us.The rain poured relentlessly, drenching the darkened streets and turning them into glistening streams. "Tony, step on it," I commanded, my voice low and filled with a dangerous edge. Tony, my trusted car driver, nodded and revved the engine, the powerful roar echoing through the rain-soaked streets.With a surge of acceleration, the black sedan darted forward, slicing through the wet asphalt as it maneuvered through traffic. Tony expertly weaved in and out, his hands gripping th
Victor's PovOlivia's eyes met mine, and she walked towards me, her expression a mixture of concern and determination. "I followed him, Connor," she explained, her voice filled with a hint of anxiety. "I had a feeling something was wrong, and when I saw him sneaking around, I had to find out what he was up to."I looked back at the enemy, a newfound understanding dawning upon me. It was clear now that Olivia had taken it upon herself to protect me, to ensure my safety even in the midst of danger. I felt a surge of love and gratitude for her.As I looked into Olivia's eyes, the tension in the room seemed to dissipate. The enemy, once so full of bravado, now stood silently, unable to comprehend the unexpected turn of events."Tell me your name," I said, my voice softer now, no longer filled with anger but with curiosity. I wanted to understand his connection to Olivia and the reason he had dared to cross paths with our family.The enemy hesitated for a moment before finally answering, "M
Olivia's PovAfter reaching the port I was looking for his car and it was then when the sounds of bullets echoed in the air. The first thing I did was to hold Aria's hand and we ran to our cars.Silently I was praying for his safety. "Hey look that van," Aria pointed her fingers towards a van that was coming in our direction and it happened in seconds a man ran towards the van and the next second they were gone. "What's happening?" Aria asked in confusion and my eyes were hooked on the van."It seems like our people were after him and he escaped," I muttered for only her to hear and she nodded her head sitting in the passenger's seat. "Let's go and meet Victor first," Aria suggested but my brain wasn't functioning the same way. And a devilish smile formed on my lips. It felt like it had been ages since I have done something thrilling. "You know what Aria," My fingers ready to turn on the ignition. "Yes?" Aria whispered her eyes glued to the crowd outside. "I trust him, he can h
Olivia's PovThe rain poured down relentlessly, drenching everything in sight. I stood there, my dark hair clinging to my face, as I stared at the enemy on his knees before me. Blood oozed from his shattered kneecaps, creating a grim and haunting sight. Time was running out, and I had to act quickly.With a stern expression, I leaned in closer to him, the raindrops mingling with the intensity in my eyes. The sound of thunder echoed through the deserted warehouse adding an ominous backdrop to our confrontation."Why were you at the Chicago port?" I demanded, my voice firm and unwavering, barely audible over the pounding rain.He groaned in pain, his face twisted in agony. "I...I." I had to admit his guts that he was thinking of wasting my precious time.I grabbed him by the collar, my fingers gripping tightly. "You better start talking, or the pain you're feeling now will be nothing compared to what's coming next."His eyes widened with fear as the rain continued to pour down on us. Th