LorenzoThe old man was right about one thing ;bastard or not,I am still a massimo. The Massimo blood pumps through my veins. Whining like a child is not something I am expected to do. That doesn't mean I am forgiving him for making me look like an idiot. Maybe my life is messed up, maybe it has been one fat lie but there's something I am never going to allow and that is letting Javier take over the family business. I’d be doomed to do that. Besides,that fucktard can't manage his life. How can he manage an Empire like the masimo family business? It's not only about the shipping company but the hundreds of businesses under the family. If grandfather makes the mistake of making him the head of the family,that will be signing a contract to downfall. While I can still manage myself with my side businesses under my name, what will happen to the men I have been working with over the years?They don't deserve any of that and that's why I am here, ready to start a new day at my office. Th
LorenzoAfter getting that disturbing package the only thing I could think about was Megan.I left the office in a hurry. Hugo tried stopping me, reminding me that I might just be paranoid, and, even if this so-called secret the sender was talking about was Megan, I was only going to make things worse by visiting her. I didn't care. I only wanted to see my baby doll and make sure that she is safe. So, here I am standing at the front porch of their house and ringing the bell. This is something I never thought I'd do yet here I am. Maybe Hugo is right. I fucking care too much about Megan that it is showing to my enemies. The door opens a minute later and my baby doll's eyes widen when she sees me. I offer her a smile but her face remains rigid, shocked perhaps. “What are you doing here Lorenzo?" she asks, her eyes darting around and looking behind her. Something tugs inside me after hearing her question but I school my emotions and smile even wider. “I came to see you of course.”
MeganI cast one last glance at my choice of outfit today and smile in satisfaction. Clutching my purse, I collect my brown envelope and start walking downstairs. My father is settled in the sitting room reading his daily dose of newspapers. My footsteps alert him and he looks up,acknowledging me with a smile. “Are you sure about this?” He asks and I nod, walking to peck him on the cheeks. “Definitely I'm going to prove to you that I can get a job and be an independent woman.” I reply and he gives me a smile. “I know my daughter is capable. That goes without saying.” He says pride evident on his face. I'll see you in the evening.” I announce and start making my exit. “Good luck Megan,” my father shouts from behind me and I smile. It's been two days since Lorenzo left our house. That asshole had the guts to come here and behave like he didn't ignore me like a plague when I went looking for him. His reactions made me sure of one thing; Lorenzo feels nothing for me. The little bu
MeganWhen I open my eyes again, there are no more gunshot sounds. On the contrary, haunting silence accompanied by wave sounds resonate. I survey my surroundings and a realisation hits my senses; I have been kidnapped. The fading blue paint on the walls is peeling and the floor seems like it could use some cleaning services. My hands are chained above me and I am in a kneeling position. I am half naked with only my panties and bra. I hiss when I try to frown and that's when I feel it, the swelling on my face. Seems like someone had some fun punching my face with how much pain I feel. My eyes trace my thigh covered legs and that's when I notice the blood soaked cloth tied around my waist. I try to shift around and I feel no discomfort between my legs. A sign escapes my lips. I don't know if I should be thankful that no one touched me or pray they don't do that soon. This time, I have a feeling that Harriet nor my evil sister are involved in this. Those gunshots I heard before I
“ What happened?” Hugo asks from besides me, maybe after sensing my change in mood. I lift my face to stare at him, enunciating every word, “ They have Megan.”The words leave a bitter aftertaste in my mouth and I suddenly feel like I can't breath. “ What? Who has her?” Gino asks this time and I clench my fists, my nails almost drawing blood. “ That bloody asshole Hunter. He wants his shipment in exchange of her.” I answer his query. Gino face hardens and a darkness I am so familiar with clogs his eyes. “ That means…” I nod, not needing him to finish his statement. That pussy knows that I sold him out to the feds and used Megan to threaten me. Without a word, Hugo makes a call and we both turn to look at him, hopefully. That hope however is shattered a moment later when he shakes his head. “ Our contact said they can't do shit. The operation is down as planned.” I punch the steering wheel in frustration. “ I can't fucking lose her, man.” A line tear slips past my eyes. If the
Lorenzo The day drags itself painfully. Every minute,the only thing I think about is Megan and how to get her out of there.After securing the shipment, Hunter informed me that we would do a transaction at a location of his choice.The shipment in exchange for Megan.I am no fool to believe his bullshit. After double crossing him, he will definitely retaliate. The most probable way is getting the shipment back then killing Megan to get back at me. He knows I am desperate to save her and he is going to use that to hís advantage.I also know that if I want my woman alive, I need to make the first move and rescue Megan then get rid of that fucker.I have been trying to locate his hideout and so far, I have no positive news. It's like the bastard disappeared from Chicago. I know better than to assume that. The rat Is just so good at hiding.I can't concentrate on anything. I don't think I will until I get her back. When my office door creaks open, Hugo enters with a careful look on his f
MeganI have been in and out of consciousness these past hours. I don't know if it's blood loss or hunger. That bastard has denied giving me food and water.My throat is parched, and I can feel the headache pounding through my head.My vision is blurry. Everything is blurry and dark. I'm trying to look around, but I can't see a thing.The place reeks of mold and the musty smell of water and urine.I don't know what he has planned for me.What he will do to me.He said something about me being his plaything after he kills Lorenzo. I don't know if Lorenzo has realized that I am missing. He probably has already received a message from that crazy bastard. He did say something about striking a deal with Lorenzo. I don't know something about a shipment. A deal he plans not to honor but use as a trap to kill Lorenzo. Oh God! I hope Lorenzo doesn't fall for his plot. That will be like delivering himself on a silver platter. Yet the hope of leaving here alive has not left me. Now, my head i
MeganWhen I open my eyes again the pounding headache is no longer there. My eyes scan my surroundings and I find myself in my room. My memories are hazy and I can't remember how I ended up in my room. All I know is that some stupid bastard was about to force himself on me when a lady barged in and rescued me. “You are finally awake,” A sweet voice says from beside me, making me snap my head in the direction. The lady from earlier is seated on a chair next to my bed, her eyes fixed on her long manicured fingers. Slowly she lifts ahead and looks my way. “Since you are awake,it's about time I go on with my business.”she declares, casting me one last glance. She is on her feet,ready to exit. My hands reach out to her and she turns around to look at me. “Where is Lorenzo?” I blurt out the first thing that comes into my mind. The lady chuckles at my question. I don't know what she finds funny but the amused look on her face makes me frown. “I was expecting you'd ask any other quest
Lorenzo Amelia seemed taken aback by my outburst. “Lorenzo…” she calls, sending me a look of unease. “What do you think you are doing?" I repeat my earlier question, sending a glare her way. “I thought I would…I mean we would…” “We would do what, Amelia? you thought we would sleep together just because you offered me your body. Do you think I am that type of a man?” Her earlier actions when I dropped her at the hotel and now, she was parading her naked body on my bed? I don't know what gave her the impression that I would be interested in her if she threw herself at me. Six years of knowing each other and I never attempted to think of her as more than a friend. Seeing her actions today to say that I was disappointed would be an understatement. There's a type of woman I loathe most and I thought Amelia was not one of them but her actions were proving me wrong. “Lorenzo, I want you. What's so bad about a woman wanting a man?” Amelia inquires,her eyes holding my gaze. “Ther
Lorenzo After leaving the club, I dismiss my driver. My head is so full of undigested information that Hugo and Red fed me. The dry gentle breeze seems like a good way for me to clear up my thoughts. I clutch at the small paper which contains Megan's resident address that Hugo slipped in my hands earlier. When I brought up the matter of meeting with Megan earlier, Red did not like the idea. “My sister is finally moving on with her life, must you come back and ruin everything?” Those were her words. The words that stabbed me like a poisonous dagger straight to my heart. Everyone else seemed too concerned about Megan; they didn't seem to realize that just like her, I was in a lot of pain. There isn't a single night I don't regret making the wrong choice back then. Everyday I pray that I might be given a chance to apologize to her. I know that a simple apology cannot change anything, especially not what I did to her,but that has never stopped me from hoping. It's like l
Lorenzo I still find it hard to believe that Megan is still alive. My woman is alive after five years of coming to terms with the fact that I would never see her again. When I laid my eyes on her, the first reaction I had was shock and disbelief. I had to fight with everything in me not to pull her in my arms and kiss her senseless. Then when she acted like she didn't recognize me, I felt like someone just stabbed me with a sharp poisoned dagger. She ignored me. She fucking ignored me like I was a nobody to her. Maybe I am a nobody now. She has Richard who seems to adore her and that guy Angelo. Why did he call her baby sister? Is there something I need to know about my woman? I have been absent minded throughout the whole time I stayed at the event. Amelia has been bugging me, asking me about my change of behavior since we met that strange woman as she calls her. I haven't said a word about it and I don't plan to do so. I feel like my life has just turned into a soap opera.
Megan I'm still coming to terms with the fact that Marco invited me to his family dinner and I agreed. Left to me, I wouldn't have agreed but I still remember what my mother told me the last time we met. She requested me to hear him out and that's why I said yes to his invitation. I am lost in my thoughts when someone taps me in the back. I turn around and see Richard's smiling face. I give him a smile of my own. “Why are you here drinking all by yourself?" he asks, looking at the glass of champagne in my hands. “I just wanted some alone time," I reply. I am not someone who enjoys socializing and attending events. I'd rather work behind the scenes and make the event successful than participate in one. But I couldn't say no to Richard's invitation. “Come, I'll introduce you to someone. He's a good friend of mine and a possible client.”Richard offers me but I shake my head. “I think I have met enough clients so far. If I add more, I am afraid I will have to disappoint other
Lorenzo After making all the necessary arrangements at the office for the two days I'll be away,I make my way to the elevator when my phone starts ringing. Removing the phone from my pants pocket, Amelia's name flashes on the screen. I frown in confusion. I did tell her that I will be away from the city for two days. I also informed her about the dinner we would be going to when I come back so why is she calling again. Swiping my finger across the screen, Amelia's distressed voice rings in my ears. I can hear a male voice shouting in the background and the sound of something crashing on the floor. My heart races with worry as I press the button to the ground floor. The ride which usually seems too short suddenly becomes long. When the elevator opens at the ground floor, I dash and make my way to the already waiting car. “Rico, drive me to Amelia's house.” I order my driver. Rico must have seen the anxiousness on my face. He starts the car immediately. I settle down and t
MeganI pull my car outside the Chase family house. I can see that the guests have started arriving from the number of extravagant cars parked in the driveway. This is the first time the Chase family is holding a banquet at their house. I am used to planning their events at big hotels and restaurants. Richard mentioned that tonight's party will be attended by not only the elites in Vegas,but also from surrounding cities. It's a big business party where investors and clients will be making their appearances and interacting. Richard also said that it is good for my business. He believes that after this party, I might be going home with clients from outside Vegas and honestly I am excited. I step outside my car and make my way to the backyard where the party will be held. I have been here in the past two days decorating the venue and making other necessary arrangements. My clients trust me because I always make sure to do their work to satisfaction. I'd rather concentrate on quality
Megan I look at the woman staring back at me in the reflection of the mirror as I apply my lipstick.I smile to myself loving the look I pulled off for today. I will be attending the Chase family party as the event planner and also Richard's date. I chose to go with a semi-formal look for the party.I am wearing a long blue satin dress. It has a simple neckline and long sleeves, covering enough to feel comfortable but still looks elegant. The waist is fitted, and the skirt flows down to the floor in a soft A-line shape. A small silver design at the waist adds a nice touch, and the dress has a slight train at the back. It feels classy and just right for the occasion.I would have preferred my pants and a satin blouse over these fancy dresses but I can't embarrass Richard after he invited me to his family party.I have been responsible for almost every event that happens in The Chase family. When I opened my company, the Chase family was my first ever big client which I landed without
Lorenzo Shutting the door to my car, I make my way to the deserted cemetery with a bouquet of lilies in hand. Every time,I walk up these stairs with a heavy heart. It has been five long years since the day I accepted that the love of my life was gone and gone forever. Today is the day we laid her to rest. Every year on this particular day, I come here today to spend time with Megan, remembering the good old days.It's a day I specially dedicated to her alone. Everyone knows that I don't work, not even an emergency stops me from spending time with her.It makes me feel like I am close to her.Standing at the foot of her polished grave,I place my flowers on the gravel then proceed to sit next to them.“How have you been my love?” I ask, cleaning the dry leaves perched on the gravel.Some might think that I am crazy but it helps me when I chat with her. It feels like I am sitting with her sharing a conversation with her while she only listens. Amelia said that it helps and it has been
Lorenzo They say that time flies fast but the past six months feels like six decades. Six months and I have done nothing but grief the disappearance of Megan. That day after my confrontation with Javier and Red declaring that I didn't deserve Megan, I ended up drinking myself into a stupor. Of course,Gino and Hugo carried me home. The following morning, I headed to my father's house and confronted him about Javier's accusation. The old man denied having anything to do with her kidnapping and the fire that day. After that I went to speak with Mr Clark. The disappointed look and hatred burning in his eyes have been a constant nightmare for the past six months. Just like everyone else did, he accused me of being the reason his daughter was no more. I've lived with guilt for the past six months and done everything to relieve that guilt. Nothing seems to work though, and I am still stuck in the past. A past I wish that I have the power to change but wishes are not horses. I can only li